We stand before the tide,


    beholden to some alien moon,


    watching the ebb and flow


    of distant hopes and wishes


    in an unfading fantasy.


    A devil stood in the evening rain,


    a shadow in the crimson light,


    haloed by the setting sun,


    it stood upon those pearly shores,


    the revelation


    of some madness descended


    from the beauty


    of balefire stars,


    Here, between the echoes


    Stillness and dusk briefly come to rest,


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    Of mountains where silent wishes flit


    Between the peaks of memory.


    The moon declines in lonely silver


    Among the pearly white stars


    with heaven above,


    Veiling the pallours of our withering


    With clouds and desires


    forgotten in the passing days


    of our ceaseless wandering


    Into the thin and trembling gloom,


    we walk, bearing in our hearts


    the memory of our faded glory,


    pondering forever


    the hueless warp of light


    that was once


    the boundless splendour


    of divinity.