Stone walls of Ireland whisper
Her fields of joy grow in green glory
My love is the breath of summer
The carnal eagles hunt
Burning fire in the bosom of flesh
Now the moon has crooned repentance
Banished by fate
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors wife
She is banished to mediocrity
Fire from the brazen altar
We leave rust and the beggarly elements
Eternity turns our dreams into winter
Burning coals slowly submitting
Stars burn like confessions
Ashes somber as your scarlet grave
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