Hanging Garden
Single • 2020
Remains of winter's snow A million trickles towards the shore As fluid as eternal time Deeds good and evil lost within Yet from a chance encounter A meaning could be found A handprint etched into a soul A keepsake to guide us forth Towards eternity How do we reign over our fate? The paths of those passing by Entwining with a burning resolution Life, relentless, unending Until it ceases
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 17, 2026
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