It was me, peering through the looking-glass. Beyond the embrace of Christ. Like
the secret face within the tapestry. Like a bird of prey over the crest. And she
was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask. Her candlelight snuffed, the
icon smiled. Emptiness followed by her wake. I could clasp her in undying love.
Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine. She faced me in awe. ´twas a
token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through April´s
fire. Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you. I will endure, hide
away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure. It is a mere destiny I
thought, a threshold I had crossed before. The rain was waving goodbye, and
when the night came the forest folded its branches around me. Something passed
by, and I went into a dream. She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".
I don't know how or why, I´ll never know When.
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