A Kiss, A Sacrifice
Autumn's kisses mingle here with trembling New Spring's madness
My throat is set upon the stone, At Winters table, supped too long
Witches singing in the woods with Violina's weeping songs
Pouring wine upon the ground and calling blood red roses home
Your craz'ed music beckons me from cold and sweating shadows now
This storm laced night when sirens cry and death and birth are unified
Sweet demon's spoonful offered up, cherished pure and sacred dram
Destroying lies and truths grown weary, faithful failings killed this land
My bloody heart beats wild and craving, waiting for the storm to come
Sweep away these dying embers, I give myself to Summer's Crown
- Chris Getz
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