The fire is dancing, I walk into the room.
Everyone's prancing with faces of gloom.
I know not what to do as I take the floor.
I feel the presence of you as dead souls proceed to the door.
Their hearts awreck, their minds astray.
I sip my drink as the world begins to pray.
I hear the cries of the tortured souls.
I smell the lies as songs give odes.
They sing the praise of the coming deaths.
The sing to me with their last breaths.
My hands freeze and shake. My body is still.
As my eyes partake, the splendor of death I do embrace.
Its beauty so rare, its beauty so fine.
I know its beauty will soon be mine.
My eyes grow big and are transfixed.
I feel my soul merging as it is being mixed.
Mixed with the souls of the dead men's wives.
Mixed in the bowels of death's great strife.
My breath it stops in my chest.
Shuddering still, I do my best.
Then I see you, all aglow.
With a bright light which I know.
The light of love, the light of you.
The great white dove, love so true.
My heart it pounds the nearer you come.
My mind goes round the faster you come.
I reach for you and take your hand.
You fill me up, you complete this man.
The hole in my heart has been filled.
My now whole heart, you saved from being killed.
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