Within the fading dawn stood two twin tulips, And upon their lips, words petal-ed with elegance held an atomic bliss that spoke of relics, Whispering...

There sovereign in our ways we stood noble and true Contesting those demonic forces with the dawn And one by one the fiends proved to...

Sweeter than the taste of honey may our final conclusive hours be However, this impending requiem tends to invoke louder as my heart beats more...