Within the frozen mirrors

of Arcadia and Earth,

the gelid darkness blazes

for all the light it's worth.

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Take your sins upon your head,

a carnal mourning veil,

and stumble forward, weeping glass

along the torrid trail.

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There stands a bridge to heaven

and a pool of clouded wax,

a pyre of torn petals

in blues and reds and blacks.

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Shred your cloak into the flames

where Hell itself once stood,

and sink into the oil

as you sense the sandalwood.

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