The Blue Mists Of Night

Empyrium
And many a moon shall rise
and lead me into the cold embrace of the night
Here we drown in our grief
rown in an absence of light
Here is no shelter
o escape from our heart
Entwined in this tragic embrace
I fear and bemourn to depart
When the shadows fall
and the sun sets in us all
Just silent hopes remain
and the aching grief that grows
into a bottomless vale I fall
Oh, I give myself away
Away! Far away!
To this dim and misty place
My heart reflects the night
Languid moonshine
I bath my skin in thee
Oh may thy beauty be revealed in me
Silent winds, whisper to me
thy songs of solitude and joy

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