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 center of God's rage.
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