That magic which you brought along
And the town that you came from
Do they know of a cheery tragic song
of countess kisses of lust overcome
You came alone in search of light
And I aflame, unknown jumped in the flight
Together we draped a blanket of words
To weather curses shaped by yesterday’s frozen swords
But who powered your lamp of facts?
And holding objectivity, your infidel axe
You severed my forlorn unborn universe
Into cause, coincidence, forever diverse
The why of things I will never know
but ask I will of you this, though
You were whole of me in our blanket
when white winter froze my silver anklet
Your music moves part of me still
Does our magic obey your will?
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