Chalice of Valkyrie...
Away, away i must.
Not much trust-In this love, our vanished guard...
How may i must, my blood, oh blood.
Victories absent as gone this bothered day...
I say, 'I pray', this heartened mistrustful stay.
As my kindred spirit moves beyond these portal-ed holes...
My spirit, my ego, my id, do sway.
My shores beyond shadow's shoals...
My sport, upon thy souls.
What be these hallowed goals...
These souls, well deafened, these naked woes.
Flame'd thoughts, my sacred soul....
Regressed, these ideals, my flame, dispired.
Digest thy wounded heart's desired...
Amend, thy pain as strained as whole.
Chasm emoted raft in sea'd...
Precludes my aided, rescued speed.
My heart now beats the note of night...
Forerf't thy stead, thy mated sight.
Lonely no more my sated might....
Amid th' glue, that resum'ed bright.
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