"A thunderbolt in the northern sky... ... and the roaring of a lion"
Swept up by the downy wings of angels Made from a heaven-laden voice I float with all the weight of ether It pilots an aerie merchant ship
Across the phantasmagoric main
Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes Bequeath their secret entryways Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul
But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn Even in a demon's troubled head
He sells his wares to vampires In bottles cork'd by woe Dreams in liquid lift their eyes To Morpheus enthroned Upon a poppy field breathing Slight all alone
Feather from a lofty wish Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift it's voice
"Alack, a purloined dream Again distills thy trembling eye! What mystery remaineth ever so?
Amaranth, a curse doth write itself Upon thy spectral frame A thousand lives, a thousand days Disgraceth thus thy name!"
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Swept up by the downy wings of angels Made from a heaven-laden voice I float with all the weight of ether It pilots an aerie merchant ship
Across the phantasmagoric main
Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes Bequeath their secret entryways Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul
But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn Even in a demon's troubled head
He sells his wares to vampires In bottles cork'd by woe Dreams in liquid lift their eyes To Morpheus enthroned Upon a poppy field breathing Slight all alone
Feather from a lofty wish Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift it's voice
"Alack, a purloined dream Again distills thy trembling eye! What mystery remaineth ever so?
Amaranth, a curse doth write itself Upon thy spectral frame A thousand lives, a thousand days Disgraceth thus thy name!"
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