Echo In The Wind

Ancestors echo in the wind
Vindicate unless it be in vain
Who is it that thou, has hunted therein
Beside the melting of the flame

Groan less ye be thee groaner
Than I be the world's first loner
Solemn be the breaths I take
Even beneath the bowels that break

Pestilence be the act of fools
Less I be the one that's cruel
Passionately I adorn
And I am not your humble porn

Vixens adorn the leaves
And I have come to adore greensleeves
Effortlessly await the maiden fair, beside the lake
Where there is light beyond the break

Triumph before the dawning sun
Hollow be thy name my adoring one
Lull me not, nor leave me in malice
Even when I await you beside the trellis

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