Resurrect me,
disciple of a cold north.
I have been stretching
these shadows
to seek your torch.
I have outlived
more than I can bear,
sheltered under an eclipse,
burning in what is broken
inside this aging heart.
I have been fearing
what I am becoming.
You are near,
though your nectar is not.
Nature eludes me,
either by mercy or malice.
Reveal me,
if you ever believe this.
I have been despairing
in this song,
to seek your soul.
Modern Romanticism 
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