Twice Beloved

I’ll have you walking straight into my trap
And I will welcome you into my sphere
You’ll stare into my eyes and be my slave
Desert the unmanned bulwarks of your will
Empty yourself till I have had my fill
She will tread long roads of greyness
In a land of hazy remains
From the palaces of greatness
To the mesh of unlighted lanes
Listen for her steps
Over the moor
Call that is not heard
Distant contour
He came in the wan year of lamentation
Dispossessed inheritor of his lot
Somberness and grimness upon his features
He was just a pawn
In the mirror of remembrance
All is blurred in nebolous doubt
She will walk alone
Where all things fade
For nobody knows
The weeping maid
He came in the wan year of lamentation
Dispossessed inheritor of his lot
Somberness and grimness upon his features
He was just a pawn