Beware the mercy of widows
Like a fiendish hand caresses the neck
Of a sacrifice soon to be cut
Sly is the betrayal
Beware the secret keeping of deads
Their patience is a mouth sealed with grief
Cracks the key stone of the vault of heaven
Quiet and retiring
Beware the tears of blinds
In that magical crystal ball
Breaks out storm of hour glass
By twilight flowers
Beware the wroth of gods
Under the eternal puzzle of stars
Dies Parnassius Apollo
With winds colorful
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