Passion indwelling,
the forges of those anchient sins
The flesh,
Laid victim to its carnal desires
Invoked enchating,
the fragile ethereal beauty conspires
To Sate,
the thirst of the Forge's fire
reclaiming, the soul that had been set free
a tutrtle dove, with feathers bloodstained..
doomed to fly its path, return
to its blissful damnation again....
the forges of those anchient sins
The flesh,
Laid victim to its carnal desires
Invoked enchating,
the fragile ethereal beauty conspires
To Sate,
the thirst of the Forge's fire
reclaiming, the soul that had been set free
a tutrtle dove, with feathers bloodstained..
doomed to fly its path, return
to its blissful damnation again....
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