It was me, peering through the looking-glass.
Beyond the embrace of Christ.
Like the secret face within the tapestry.
Like a bird of prey over the crest.
And she was swathe d in sorrow, as if born within its mask.
Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.
Emptiness followed by her wake.
I could clasp her in undying love.
Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine.
She faced me in awe. twas a token of ebony colour.
Embodied in faint vapour.
Wandering through Aprils fire.
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.
I wi will endure, hide away.
I would outrun the scythe , glaring with failure.
It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before.
The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came
the forest folded its branches around me.
Something passed by, and I went into a dream.
She laughing and weeping at once: quot;take me awayquot;.
I dont know how or why, I will never know WHEN.
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By The Pain I See In Others :: Opeth