Soaked in soundless starlight,

ever-quiet Calvary

awaits the souls that journey

from the lighthouse to the sea,

awaits the spirits' coming

to the sweet betrayal tree.

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Amidst the heavy curtain,

there the perfect note

lays writhing in the shallows

beneath the prison boat,

lays tortured in the darkness

with a dagger to his throat.

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Here there falls a sparrow,

cold these hundred years

in sunless penance holding

for the narrow way to clear,

in peaceful solace waiting

for Eden to draw near.