In that bewitching hour. When angels weep.
I pray the lord. My soul to keep.
Fall from grace.
I pray the demons. Teach me tricks.
In that moment. When life meets. Death. Or sin.
This. Is your beginning.
For you live as there is no other. Way to live. When death is nigh.
But unfeared. So fear not.
For dark is the night. So you embrace. Her glory. Her sensuality. Her power.
And let her indigo arms. Sweep you up. Into a moment of. Hedonistic pleasure.
Where lace meets. Skin. Teeth. Floor.
So sigh. Your euphoric sigh. Of ecstasy.
And your soul screams. For all the lost dreamers. Who never came home.
But you are. Here.
Your twenty-fifth hour.
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