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Burial In The Emerald Season BURIAL IN THE EMERALD SEASON |Red hued water cements upon her lips her frail greying flesh decay under my fingertips so proud so bold upon what I have done unveiled from the ivory lays her corpse the snow is gone |The queen be rotting |A sylph so gracefully declined under haunting summer sun whilst the birds return to clean the bones of the stalest one I remember the site of last frozen breath, I had brought her to a corpse-shell rest indecency had become of me when her spirit so unclean exultant with undeserved success I just the peasant her end so pleasent prepare the fires of hell I gladly descend |Beneath the tree leaves, she will slumber entwined around her, the roots a sepulcher |Her frail corpse lay cross thy arms drapped in a forest burial gown her essence is bound with the body and soul of the woods she becomes one with the earth |Neath green, arms and forest light wind rustles the trees through day and night whilst her unburied body lie funeral in the season of life |Diseased the hate for her but a new guilt rives tearing my soul asunder won't rest at ease tonight |Burial in the emerald season new found abode in the thriving forest floor, the queen lay forever more, sealed in roots as a sepulcher