A Funeral Request (ethereal Architect) by Cathedral
White rose perfume go with thee
on thy way unto thy shaded tomb
low music doth fall
lightly as autumn leaves
about thy solemn pall.
Faint incense rises.
O'you, you fell away from me my love,
like all earthly things vanish
into death cold mysteries.
Serpents marked with azure rings
cathedrals where rich shadows fall,
things strange curious solemn saviour.
You promised me laughter in autumn days,
now I can't awake from this lucid haze.
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