Dark, she is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black-
A flash of grey that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.
And that is why you scream in jarring tones
"I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died"
You cried in dark and fractured moans.
So now the Queen of Black you writhe
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar
In curse of me you bade.
And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will here forever be!
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