mirrors of smoke

seraphic hands and abyss sands
dragged past unwatched clocks
through hangedman effigies
Life and Death
hands clasped and smiles wide opened to swallow we from eternalNight to everlastingMoonlight

and so the land of Death and sickDawns
to age Lifeless and recall no springtime ambulations
no marriage congratulations
an escape from omnipresent conflagration from the land of Life and perennial strife

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