The Mourning Phoenix, Josephine

The Aphotic semblance rises against her face The king of shame reigns over all Her Hallows are mine We are the same, Josephine Explain to me this sacrificial empathy Josephine "I'm living; the slowest way to die" Hold on, my Josephine, everything you feel, is killing me "I'm the lacunous lover, I must go to my ashened grave In death I will lay, every word, every pain I'm the victim, I can forgive I can't go on - don't feel their wrath meant for me" My name was meant for elegies Not for the Wardens' acrimonies  I can't look at a man without seeing a killer I must go- Not for the love of the death  For the fear of life" My Seraphic Josephine Through the ashes you will claim victory  Don't you say you must die Elysia is in your grave Through the ashes you will claim victory My Seraphic Josephine You are The Mourning Phoenix