You probably wouldn't care if I
Sang you the apple of Eurydice's eye.
Moving through every bit of my range,
Blending the familiar and the strange,
Could I hope to make you laugh or even cry?
Your rule was true within your cage
Until you witnessed all her rage.
Your splintering grace gave through and you fell.
The beauty of her secrets broke your spell
And finally revealed your tired age.
But the anger of this holiest of ghosts,
Is not the thing that I fear the most.
It may just be the ground on which I tread.
There's little to love in a simple word.
Recitation colours it true or absurd,
And I've no clue of my intention today,
Whether I meant to suffer or just to pray,
And you aren't quite sure which of the two you've heard.
I tried as hard as I possibly could
To strip all the dirt away from what I thought good,
But quit before I ever hoped to succeed.
I've told the truth, I've shown you my need,
And cry the truth through this rotting wood.
But the wrathful song of this holiest of ghosts,
Is not the thing that I love the most.
It's simply on your grave that I now tread.
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