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violates your funeral, beloved, deceased mine eyelids
de lys, crowns with golden roaches,
Where bitter green reptile dreams.
Comfort me in my throne of blood, love, Where
alone, surrounded by torches, I stayed
And I have not heard your heralds
With fire in the ruff and sing thy holy death.
Queen Comfort me, comfort me tremendous
I am the King in his tower and you are half-moon wings, Ash
ruling, open coffin and desecrated.
Oh my lady, mourning for my love! What ancient
that, under your jeweled breast
Under the imperial ashes, lights? Cae
your dazzling velvet collar bones,
Death comes to your feet,
With my helmet, my skull Given my skeleton kneeling
black scales of Hell.