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Quirivia and Metophilia II

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Quirivia and Metophilia II

She wanted someone to help her gaining her lost sanity
Metophilia was the only one there, parrying indignity
Grieving her cries of an eternal night, slumbering
In the outmost of the dark abomination hiding
From the truth, scattering the blood of the recent
Victims, violent she seemed, yet seemed descent

Quirivia looked behind that ugly face, and saw
Goodness that can revive and that can grow
She sensed that this fallen angel was again an angel
Yet just lost from within, lost to something she can’t handle
Jealousy it is, yet Quirivia set on reviving that lost
Goodness inside her, a diamond beneath the dust

Metophilia tried hiding her sadness behind her black eyes
She tried hiding reality and revealing all of her lies
She feared Quirivia, yet she was the one with the power
Both kept gazing at each other waiting, yet utter
Silence ruled over, and Metophilia left… left
From that place and Quirivia knew what she meant

She knew that Metophilia realized how evil she was
She knew that never trusted herself she has
Metophilia once again left her graced land to wander
About, while Quirivia stayed to look around and ponder
Her kingdom no longer exists… no servants, knights
Houses, herds, children, fields, torches or light

Yet she thought: who would care about her if 
She wasn’t a queen? Rocks would soon sift
Sun would soon fall, tears would soon dry
Light would soon fade, lions would soon cry
Names would soon vanish into darkened memories
Thousand miles land would soon fall into boundaries

Everything has come to an end, Metophilia sat
Grieving her deeds, as coldness killed her at
Her narrow lungs, she waved with her scythe one
Last time… and Quirivia was lost in the torn
Up land, wandering between the mountains that
Were made by dust, and finally she sat

Next to the remains of that last day…

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