His beauty grew; knew no bounds; mirrors surround gloom filled rooms
into one he gazed and gazed; his beauty showed so many ways
all for nothing now...his love had left; rejection reared its ugly head
he smashed the mirrors one by one
shattered slivers on the ground; his portrait torn to bits
and then he aged; old man he became; on floor lay twitching limbs..
till death took him away..
those who seek the darkness
greatness of being can appear; powerful strong
other hand of God
rats gather under rafters waiting to emerge
light seepeth not in these dark places
white haired harpies come out; dead of night; seeking blood
throats of mortal men; one by one by one...
moon its shadow shifts gazing down; demons come forth
touched by the hand of Him; form of glory in such suffering
and so it is...
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