A blood dropp on a gown of white,
Lady Lucifer arose,
Upon a pale midwinter night,
As a frozen damask rose.
Grieving ravens fall through skies,
To the dark beauty below,
Embracing ice and shame and lies,
For then her power can grow.
Half whispered maze in silver-grey clouds,
Calling diamonds from coal,
A crystalline furnace, an orchestra shroud,
Warming the depths of her soul.
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