Dance of the Silver SistersThe paths and the canyons,On the moon-lighted surface.The twists and the twirls,On the mirror shell of honor.
They glint now in the night.The swirls and the curls,Of the gothic decorum.The glints and the tints,On the silver plate of battle.
They flit now in the night.The drops and the flops (of war),On the bowl of protection.The dew and the rue (of war),On the helm of valor.
They mix now in the night.On the silver, rounded shield,Fallen warrior he did wield,The water drops now lightly dance,With the pond under, in a trance....The shield now melts and dazes.Two silvers in the glances,Two laughs, and two dances,Two sisters of the rhyme,Within a moment lost in time.
One now are, these starry twins.
Black CitadelOn the shimmering hilltop,Bathed by shadowed, silver-thorns,Under light of crystal moon.In the mist of heart-insanity,Lay a crimson-thorn enchanted,Stronghold of black diamond.Keeper of secrets, too dark to praise,Too black a mortal mouth to utter,Too unhinging of flames of past.Whispering from her windows gapes,Singing lullabies to the reason,Nymphs of night with raven hairs.How they stroke the soul in me,How they pet the pain in me,With poison-lyrics chanting.On the fearless face of this world,They curse the gods above,They stain the light that gave them life.Groveling in the ashes of the fields,In the castles gardens full of night-roses,Black petals shiver under their cries.Their blind eyes see only one thing,The curse of their deeds, the sorrow,Of the gaping wounds of the victims.Every single dark sirens note,Every voice of melody raping,Rips the tears from my eyes.For one knows what he has done,What a Muse to these poems he has been,W
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