| Once upon a night, |
| I walked a path of fright. |
| Where on the Edge I dwelt |
| with the dislikened angel. |
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| I remembered him from the hinterland. |
| And a dismembered timbrel in me |
| felt the joy of his broken wing, |
| hagged beak, and miren claw. |
| |
| Overcome, he flew. |
| But in secret, was wrought, |
| and in the dark he was |
| worded. On the day when |
| his love was slain, |
| he was boarded. |
| |
| He found the words and seizing them, |
| He stretched to be distorted. |
| He seized the pain, |
| but continued to be contorted. |
| Forever taking the part. |