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Silver lays the stain upon their lips,
enflamed,
the passion of her gentle kiss.
Dark resides the beauty in their eyes,
sweet now is fallen,
her tears from purple touched skies.
Gracious they dance in myriad forms,
out from the mists,
shades of a new beginning are born.
Rejoice unleashed in melodious rapture,
life now forgotten,
playing amongst the flames raging higher.
" They are the spawn of a new train
of thought,
all are one in the sight of beauty sought..."
The instruments play their sweeping song,
amongst the cool of the winter breeze.
Joyous they sing to invoke delight,
under a veil of consummate ease.
" Their chorus lain swift in ivory
rain,
gone is the lake of suffering..."
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa