Sinking into the emerald iris,
Within it's depth benevolence is lost,
Bounded to the wall of despondency.
The extinguished flame combusts,
Once more with a passion,
Ablaze much brighter than before.
As Romeo and Juliet sing in their rapture,
A most sweetly deafening melody,
To which the antecedent infatuation dances,
And the malign quintessence bemoans,
As the raven sings its heart felt lullaby.
To sleep fall the fairies and nymphs,
As the snakes roam the forest floor,
Purging the life beneath its bane embodiment,
Until the earth is no more.
Until the earth is no more.
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