A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Waters of Lethe
I start with a low sound
Violin strings, sing unto me
We have no use for the liar and his deceptions
But you told me “I am the seed of the pomegranate. The beginning of
A taste that lasts forever.”
So call this cold retribution
Since Hades knows how to make an end within the endless
Time is a spire, dissipating as it reaches the unknown heaven
Remember me, or don’t
It’s all exegesis in the notation
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