To the essence that pulls together souls
of love in which empty thoughts do suffer
In the midst of fires that give off coals
that warm the iced waters that do buffer
two conflicting parties; forests of lore
come to your serene entities praying
for forgiveness of their misdeeds whose core
lies in an unforgivable slaving
of blissful young hearts whose minds fill with wet
thoughts that last until the burned sun goes down
into the sinking sea whose midnight bets
haunt the entire king and queens old crown
that sits on top of pedestals of white
torturing no soul that has the last bite.
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Within your blank time you will never love
any other heart that is never bright
That is filled with the Darkness thats above
the Forest of weak souls who have no sight
I whisper their names calling them to me
Who follow a stream of blissful white snow
That gently falls upon my love to see
you who never got meanings of the crow
Even if we were together as one
you misinterpret everything I say
forgetting your mistakes that wash the sun
Into a barren land that does not pray
for a life of serenity that fogs
static into my mind that's in the bogs.