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Lament of the Thistle Queen

The Moon and the Nightspirit

Beneath the boughs of dying stars, I kneel
My crown of ivy blackened by their scorn
The Moon, a scythe, gleams, wild road wonder's yield
My dirge mourns realms lost and forlorn

O kosmos, hear me weaver of the wombs
Unweave the thread that binds my breath to clay
Let comets fray the fabric of this loom
Unname me in tides where night meets days

Your eyes a void drinks twilight's bleeding hyms
I drift, a moth snared in your threadbare cloak
Scatter my ash where novas bleed and dim
Let me be frost on graves no dawn bespoke

O Kosmos hear me echo of the deep
Unchain the dusk where shadows claw their flight
Earth's final dreamer fades now let me sleep
And spin my ghost to fable in your night

Clay unspun
Dirge undone
Veil withdrawn
I am dawn

Clay unspun
Dirge undone
Veil withdrawn
I am dawn

Escrita por: Mihaly Szabo, Agnes Toth