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Such Sacrifices as These (Parts 1,2 & 3)
(Part One, Enmity)
Brighter than light,
Quickening flight,
To enemy hands you fall,
The thrill of the speed,
Yet you begin to bleed,
In enemy hands you fall,
With wind to their backs,
And bones that can crack,
To enemy hands they fall
(Part Two: The Dead,the Dying)
Breath of life
in the
Dark of night
Footsteps are cold
Down the winding road
Snow
and a
kiss of cold
Wuthering and pondering
existence
Breaking hands and feet in
resistance
And I lay
Down my head
At the feet
Of the dead
And I wonder
Is this all we are facing in the night?
With all the hearts
That are breaking in cold starlight?
So far from home,
We wander
still
With faces grim
and masked with
filth
Close the emptiness
In their eyes
Tell their parents what
We didn't find
Let them open their
Mouths
And scream to the
Night.
(Part 3: Disintegration)
The Silence grows
Ever more so
And grasps at the sickening
mind
With mangy claws
and open jaws,
The Shadows swallow your time.
Teeth and bare bones
Gleam white against stone
And your heart leaps into scalding flame
With the creatures surrounding
and feelings rebounding
you crumble into smoldering remains
Yet as a phoenix you rise
to your highest heights
Your ashes smoking beneath your boots
And within your return,
You watch the sky burn
To the sounds of trumpets and flutes.
Yet as you come back
The sky is all black
And you crumble again
From the roots.
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