| She glides across the water ghost-like and smooth Across the breakage of an isthmus Her dark hair is violent and electric in the wind Her eyes glazed and sparkling And her skin livid and blue Like the surface of the moon She is coming for love For the warmth and beauty of the living For the spiritless and scattered memories Followed by a fatal car crash There are spirits tracing through constellations And then past the rings of saturn Past the ring on her finger And then past her melodic voice Seductive and ringing through the sky There is a necromancer That is lost in the wake of the world |
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