Excerpt of Queen II (Trails Of The Empire, January 2001)

A sparrow flees above the night.
I scatter fro and claim her name.
Follow the swan to a porters' gate,
With three hundred tails in this city's hour late.
It flickers frequent, a flailing burn.

My tissue has claimed the secret wish.
Has loathed all martyrs, stammered blind.
I reckon in the soft demise.
Clamor 'board and wrecked the night
It has made me savor all the pain.

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