Reflected

Erisiptolis
 Font of wisdom
 Let us sing of a gift we're blindly
 Drawn to it
 As with flame is a moth
 Let your eyes feast on the fine cloth
 Spring-time waters shining still
 Underneath the bitter trees I feel
 Overwhelmed to see my face
 Reflected
 By the beauty of this lake
 I lay silent and awake
 Gaze at her artful way
 Scenes of wonder to portray
 With no words left to say
 Felt by beauty swept away
 Gaze at her artful way
 Scenes of wonder to portray
 Threads of life turn to grey
 In this mirror of decay
 Isolate from reality
 She reflects on what life is meant to be
 A mortal body with grace of God
 Lying on a bed of moss
 Of my figure
 I can't bear the loss
 Waiting here in solitude
 Reflected
 Under moonlight
 Softly played my own fatal serenade
 Gaze at her artful way
 Scenes of wonder to portray
 With no words left to say
 Felt by beauty swept away
 Gaze at her artful way
 Scenes of wonder to portray
 Threads of life turn to grey
 In this mirror of decay
 Mesmerised
 Down to my dying day
 In hollow light
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 Gaze at her artful way
 Scenes of wonder to portray
 With no words left to say
 Felt by beauty swept away
 Gaze at her artful way
 Scenes of wonder to portray
 Threads of life turn to grey
 In this mirror of decay
 At my life's end
 My everlasting scent