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Taking the hands of the maiden rumoured to be

Fairer than the naiads, you’ll dance among

the falling ruins of the golden city,

And let ripples of laughter collide with

the crashing wave of destruction, while the

Seas roar and Cetus ravages the coast of Aethiopia,

Flinging care into the ever-clouded face of the ocean,

Andromeda hid her grief beneath eyes bright and

Glistening, and avowed to dance till death looked

Sharp into her eyes, his face pale and haggard.

Thus came to a halt the whistling winds

And the singing sirens,

for the lord of the dead awaited none,

Some say the care she threw into the ocean,

Now lies buried amidst a wreath of bleeding hearts,

You’ll clasp it gently in your hands,

Were there ever ones more worthy?

And I’ll weave the hearts into a

Shroud for the lost daughter.

To be lit under the evening ablaze with the

Light of a thousand stars, all fallen.