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“Cathedral of the Withering Hour”
In the sanctuarial quietus of midnight's breath
Where melancholiaslumbering stretches deep
I tread through halls of evermourningdepth
Each echo carved from thanatotic sleep.
Beneath obsidianchandeliers of regret
Hung by threads of bleeding remembrance
I wear a crown of rose-thorns unmet
In the graveyard of lost soul-penitence.
My heart, a necrochambered reliquary
Keeps the ashes of unspoken goodbyes.
Each beat, a lugubrious elegy
A threnody stitched with sighs.
Somnambulistic in sorrow's thrall
I dance with ghosts in velvet gloom
Their names in my veins softly scrawl
Like ink on the skin of doom.
The wind moans in gothiquemelancholia
A requiem wrapped in time's decay—
Where love is forevershadowborne
And all light slowly fades away.
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“Cathedral of the Withering Hour”
In the sanctuarial quietus of midnight's breath
Where melancholiaslumbering stretches deep
I tread through halls of evermourningdepth
Each echo carved from thanatotic sleep.
Beneath obsidianchandeliers of regret
Hung by threads of bleeding remembrance
I wear a crown of rose-thorns unmet
In the graveyard of lost soul-penitence.
My heart, a necrochambered reliquary
Keeps the ashes of unspoken goodbyes.
Each beat, a lugubrious elegy
A threnody stitched with sighs.
Somnambulistic in sorrow's thrall
I dance with ghosts in velvet gloom
Their names in my veins softly scrawl
Like ink on the skin of doom.
The wind moans in gothiquemelancholia
A requiem wrapped in time's decay—
Where love is forevershadowborne
And all light slowly fades away.
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