My kingdom for a dukedom – is that not so?
We creep and crawl where the creatures go
Slithered and slathered by morningrise
This is perfection
This is stale age-old degeneration
Wandering in the forest
Welcome to heaven
Welcome to hell
We live where the Seraphim fell
And Lucifer lost everything
Relegated to Mephistopheles
Timeless flutters and creaks
Those eyes, staring from the shadows
They have come for us
So envious of love, and honour, and lust
Infinity stretches across the boughs of rotten oak
Culpability is reflected in the hack’ed wood-smoke
And they are still so eternally grateful for the warmth
That we deny them with our brightness
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