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The Violet Hour

from Mountains Crave by Mountains Crave

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3. The Violet Hour

Between boundless immensities glimmers a wan light
Where eyes no longer chain a ponderous millstone to her sight
Suspended in black vapours, prone in a perfect repose
Sapphire lunar splendour clothes her in majestic robes
Decaying leaves and soil bestow a blanket from the cold
The trees howl from a forest immemorially old
Her mind a glassy lake, serene in her inky stasis
The wind etches no ripples across her still consciousness

Her breath's burning clouds
Waking eyes enshroud
Her soul in twilit limbo, prostrate on the forest floor
Wandering in silence crepuscular corridor
Sweet music has soured
The Violet hour
Entombed in shining darkness, trapped in radiant abyss
Condemned to meander through a world of indistinctness

In this Violet hour

Enswathed in ashen grave cloth, enwreathed in pallid womb
Senses overtaken by the silence of her woodland tomb

Between boundless immensities glimmers a wan light
Where eyes no longer chain a ponderous millstone to her sight
Suspended in black vapours, prone in a perfect repose
Sapphire lunar splendour clothes her in majestic robes

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from Mountains Crave, released December 12, 2014

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