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Ashen Dust

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Viljo β€žKalmaβ€œ Rautio
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Beneath a moon diseased with rust, a figure kneels in ashen dust His hands once held a sweeter light, now scarred and pale, they greet the night No water here to catch the sky, just withered roots and one last cry A silent knowing in his gaze, the ending of his sunlit days And when he weeps, the cold stars pause And when he weeps, there is no cause The wind just holds its bitter breath A quiet reverence before death He starts to speak a hollow sound in syllables of sacred ground Beneath a willow, black and bent, reciting every love they spent The words come sharp as shattered glass, the memories of greener grass A beauty that devours whole, the venom that contains the soul And when he weeps, the cold stars pause And when he weeps, there is no cause The wind just holds its bitter breath A quiet reverence before death He pours the poison from his lips through every aching, slow eclipse The bleeding sun deserts the sky, a scarlet tear in evening's eye The willow drops its blade-like leaves, the dark a velvet web it weaves The cadence fades to labored breath, a lullaby composed by death And when he weeps, the cold stars pause And when he weeps, there is no cause The earth just holds its bitter breath A perfect silence, built by death