some words are steeds with silver wings
some hearts will never fly
they trudge, poor grimy earthbound things
tucked to a lowly high
scars come a cheap in brass linings
souls are sold in bargain
tempest lashes out the ruffled wings
bitter cold and beaten
some notes wounds in perfect strings
rising back from the fire
pure fear stealthily engulfing
dazed in circles and guile
breaking free this bondage halo
invoked the brutal grace
aroused the lost soul in limbo
jaded from endless chase
appeased are the tears and wailings
pitch black turns crimson
blades of light cuts through the gapping
bathes the bleak dungeon
scream, fill the acid lungs with life
billows the smoke of seethe
embrace, consume the blinding white
dust ashes of defeat
rise fallen angel from discord
rise fallen angel rise.
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