On your wedding night
the fire bloomed
under your feet
The nuptial henna
is flowing
like a crimson ravine
into the insular void...
oh where do birds go to die
a secret island in the sky?
and thus, in the new dawn arrives
a bride
in a sun-sprinkled glade
the forest gathered close
and lachrymose
shedding leaves
like tears
that wither through the years
in the gallows of his heart as she cries
for the fate of autumn lies
in a long winter coming
in a long winter coming
in a long... coming
churiyan! churiyan! churiyan!
aanchal crash!
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