Burning Myrrh

[00:10.16] Six trees sit beneath six arches
[00:13.45] In a glass wrought armory, obsidian
[00:15.96] Scavenging for firelight, hobbling
[00:18.91] In the ruins of a pillory, crumbling
[00:22.65] Heart moved like dead leaves
[00:25.58] Run raw with intolerance
[00:28.11] Sand bubbling to glass
[00:31.85] Time spent in aberrance
[00:47.53] Cavern is empty
[00:49.45] Doorway is shut
[00:50.65] Land is in love
[00:52.36] Mingled with grief
[00:54.63] A billowing cataract on a long polished gem
[00:59.47] Joints scream, stone boils from within
[01:04.26] A Silmaril clutched underneath permafrost
[01:08.26] Machines whirr, lonely dig belies the cost
[01:12.66] A sigh of vapor rises amongst floral haze
[01:16.78] Haunted arches resting soft betwixt their gaze
[01:22.03] Cavern is empty, cold without meaning
[01:24.54] Doorway is shut, forever sealed
[01:25.36] Land is in love, heart moved like dead leaves
[01:27.25] Mingled with grief, union of aching
[01:29.57] Weeping ghost
[01:34.55] Living warmth
[01:40.62] Glowing blind
[01:44.84] Pit of despair
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