About Glum Naiades And Idle Gods Lyrics
Vague delightDead wood's paleness, bygone...O weightless thoughtMicroscopic darwins.Particles of a cruel hour-glassThat's filled with empty seed.Raining down a poet's graveEarily thy sad wind roarsBlows and weaves on torrid shoresCareworn mermaids flicker greyElderly thy morn-boughs swayWhen the oddest foe entwines me and ballads die awayWhen the witty moons pass by like habitsI'll starve in bleak dismayChasms whisper:"Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape"Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailtyWith cygnets wrapped in mossMurky day-dreams plague thee. O nadirThy energy disdained by sournessMake thy loom of wisdomInto a sprouting remedyBe aware that thou shall mindThy timid orphaned naiadesA swarm of white owletsTo clear my lovesick heart
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