Sanctify the dying of the light
                      Last bastion against engulfing dark
                      Fierce shadows from the mind
                      Eclipsing love's final glimmer.
 
                      Lovers blinded in their ruin
                      Broken fierce with each circle's spin
                      Cradled without mercy
                      Hearing a martyr's dying cry
                      Spiraling from the centre of God's rage.                
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