Sympathy’s Desire

A tower of iniquity
Where there's no solace
Her bastion of grief
Terrible secrets she must keep
Above the waking world
The curse never sleeps

A shameful lady keeping watch
Over the sinful and the lost

Captive of the nightmare
Minion of the dream
Favor a baneful reckoning
Sympathy they both share
Somewhere in-between
Maybe a distant memory

A home beyond reality
She has one purpose
Tending to graves unseen
Wretched souls she must entreat
To cleanse the waking world
A shadow of the fair lady

Oh, blessed be her love for thee
Chained to a place; designed for grace
A beckoning curiosity
Will liberate and seal your fate

Do gods care for their creations?
Why do humans fashion dolls?
Will there ever be salvation?
Can a malefactor be absolved?

Pale imitation of flesh and bone
A corpse should be left well alone