Golden Are Your Hours
Golden are your hours
Slipping into the sea
Suns rays reach
touching the tower
Golden are your eyes
Alight with infernal power
Bleeding amber fire
From delicate lips
Light stretches out from behind
Golden is your breath
Plums of mist delicate
laced intricate grace
Golden is your skin
Sliding under leather sin
You stand behind the facade
Of divinity raining amber flames
Your continent's emerald race
Golden are your hours
Your minutes on the face
The face of this rare earth
Golden is your hair
Cobwebs of amber
Cover your hands
Dripping into my history
Delicate is your time
Golden are your hours
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