Wrapped up in pain,
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Entering a dark pillar hall,
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with the most exquisite marble,
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polished and sparkling since thousands of years,
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I hear the echo of emptiness...
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Cautiously I step across the empty floor,
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but I notice, uneasy, that my footfalls are soundless.
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Scared I hurry into the next hall...
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There are statues of pure gold,
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decorated with the rarest of gems.
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There they stand magnificent and glorious,
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watching the sky...
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Though there is something which worries me
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and at last I stop and see what it is...
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What I watch is the bitter face of loneliness.
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The cold embrace feels to the innermost corner of my soul.
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Was beauty nothing but cold?
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What I found beautiful, was it just icy winds?
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Was this the room I had been looking for so long?
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Was this the place where freedom lives?
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My way went on into wilderness,
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along the well-known path called Confusion...
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After a dark night I approached the big gate,
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though I was astonished when I saw that it was more than a gate.
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I arrived at a crossroad with two golden gates.
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Gift...Mystery...
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Who built them there?
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What was Remembrance in this?
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I am struck by their temptation,
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the inviting power which attracts my innermost thoughts.
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Stunned by this powerful experience
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and grateful for it
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I remain hesitantly at the crossroads.
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Which path is my way?
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Which gate is the opening to the life I wanted?
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Oh, Jesus Christ...
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I seek Thy Divine wisdom,
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I bow before Thy advice...
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May Thy hand lead a wavering heart
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May Thy word be a torch on my path...
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Embraced by the Beauty of Cold
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| Crimson Moonlight |
