Bent over existence's abyss, profound,
A blind, irreverent little man, unbound,
I grope for you, bitter goddess of the deathless sound.
You, unnaturally cold and finely sleek,
Absolute truth, utterly nude and meek,
Small sister of pleasure, elegant Melancholy's peak.
Hidden eternal patroness of nature's art,
Faithful enemy of the faint of heart,
Yet my redemption and heaven's finest part.
As a companion, I worshipped you in snow,
Sweet nectar of death, a lethal, gentle flow,
Libations, sacrifices, all my years bestow.
You, forever chthonic, queen of a palace unheard,
Eternally beautiful, beyond any word,
Olympian priestess of nightmare's descent, absurd.
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