This blissful deathly dream


    affords not the rift where


    madness and fear cleaves


    the soul.


    We witness all and we learn.


    To the gathered boughs we hold,


    And you shall see us here,


    we, the darkness


    From the night-eaten world,


    Gathered into a single shadow.


    Our dreams


    Are held in our song,


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    of wishes, held


    in the flutter


    of feathers.


    And upon our voices,


    your soul shall lift,


    in serene


    misericordia


    to the bliss of


    a gentle lullaby.


    So gather together,


    little ones,


    become one with us.


    And we shall bear you


    to gentler worlds


    on the murmur of our wings.