Ten past the midnight bell
The crocus bells are royal
The bulbs like teardrops in the rain
No voices nigh to break the spell
Rivulets flow beneath my feet
They join into a stream
A vein of sapphire through the streets
Swelling as our sins accrete
The moment is within me
The solace and the pain
A captive remnant, a waking dream
A sleeping vengeance, a hollow scream
They cut the throat of promise
The wearers of the mask
The ravagers are planting
Flowers for the mass
Drawn am I into the eye of Saturn
Within I lie asleep
Beneath the ice of Tethys
The frozen angels weep
Their waters have polluted
The pools of Antioch
And scattered among the ruins
Are the feathers of the flock
Ten past the midnight bell
A city drowned beneath the rising tide
Illusions cast aside
The flowers grow like cancer cells
The titans lie in stasis
They dream although they’re dead
Their speech belongs to aphids
Remember what the thunder said
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