Erebus Poem by Iara Aimer

Erebus



Beloved, hell's ceiling is all fire
Where dead souls form a choir
A necropolis where the rhymes
Mourn the golden ancient times

A swain walks the unwordly lands
He withdraws with swarthy hands
The sour bread and all the sweet
The opalescent lips will ever meet

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