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To speak of all the beauty past these twisted empty walls
To sit in a corner at the dead end of those halls
The swadows crouched in silence on the edges of your lips
so lonely...
this life...
as the light leaves the sky.
In the dark on a mid-summer's night as I cry
glowing embers reflect and refract as they spy
on the demon in waiting with scarlet red eyes
like voices that come from the hounds in disguise.
If the hate sha'n't surrender and fold in her cards ne'er shall I!