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Deeper than the sea,
With silver fish glistening
Like swimming stars
In watery space,
I found her listening.
And when my words were sad,
With silver tears flickering
In candle-shadowed inner space,
I found her listening.
And when my all was said
And she had understood,
We said no more,
But fell away
Into some silver slumber.
There's silver webs upon the mirror.
There's silver strands all in my hair
Where time's waters have cut their way
And her shadows have lined my face.
There's silver strings between your fingers
And silver threads trail in your path.
The Three Sisters have cut away
And put the weave in your own hand.
The silver moonlight yields her secrets.
The silver sarlight yields her words.
Where the mist meets the still water,
She is opened like some arcane tome.
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Candle, Corpse, and Bell
06:33
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Water turns to wine.
Wine turns to blood.
Vines grow around us, love,
Tomorrow we'll be gone.
A candle for a corpse.
A bell for the dead.
Light the candle, ring the bell,
The dawn warms our bed.
Bread turns to flesh.
Life turns to death.
The wheel of fortune turns, my love,
The first is now the last.
The tarot has been spread.
The future has been read.
Light the candle, ring the bell,
Tomorrow we'll be dead.
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Ophelia
03:58
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Funeral Masque
Is it dream which wrapped me
In this winding sheet,
Or does this shroud bring eternal sleep?
Strange musics rise like mists.
Stranger singing upon me drifts.
By bow and arrow
Or bow and fiddle,
This song brings with it a riddle:
Am I dancing upon this grave
Or am I dreaming from within?
Funeral Mask
White like a fallen lily,
Cold like frozen beauty,
Darkened eyes both lilting
From behind your funeral mask.
The rain seems not to touch you
As you step so silently.
The slow soft music moves you
Into your funeral dance.
And I stand in shadows,
Watching from afar,
Silent and unnoticed
By you in your funeral mask.
Would you accept the gift
Of orchids pure and rare?
Angel feathers for your hair
To wear in your funeral dance.
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The thrones are crying and He feels their tears
Beneath his red mask, upon his cold bier.
Eyes of fire, voices of wind,
Tears of rivers smooth stony skin.
He crossed himself and he hoped to die
Beneath the clouds of God's weeping eye.
Circles of fire, hymns of air,
Spells of water weave earthen prayers.
The thrones are singing their hymns through the fire
And he hears their song upon his pyre.
Sing like the rivers, sing like the rain,
Sing unto God, sing for His pain.
His body's been cleft, the parts have been scattered.
His brother has hid them, bloody and tattered.
Some hid in rivers, some hid in flame,
Some cast to wind or earth just the same.
The thrones are whispering, He hears what they pray.
His skull the lantern which guides their way.
A head of water. A head of air.
A head of stone with fiery hair.
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Down in Yon Forest
05:20
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Stone Breath Red Lion, Pennsylvania
Stone Breath is not new. It is cracked. Broken. Imperfect. Hidden. Weathered by the seasons.
We sing of ghosts and of forgotten paths through forest and fallow field.
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