[Lost] - In the pale dusk, I gather up a pyre

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In the pale dusk, I gather up a pyre
This beacon marks a wanderer's return
And as I kindle the tinder to fire
I feel as well my blood begin to burn.

Now keen on my shoulder I feel her mark
The crescent scar I have this past year borne
So close I feel her skin sing in the dark
My fevered senses far too late to warn.

Red feathers fill my sight and eyes of gold
Beset me with sharp and beguiling wiles
Paring away the shame of sins of old
With the razor edge of a wicked smile.

And 'though I know I tread damnation's edge,
Yet I leap headlong from temptation's ledge.