The shadows thrive on the tears we often cry
While twisted moments burst forth and lie
Crazy is the high mountain road walked well worn
Where whispered words were darkly born
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The legends do declare a mortal’s plight
When instance burns with wicked light
Collecting soulful thoughts beyond repair
Will bring much heartache to those who care
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The catch with it all is that which comes undone
With tried focus that saves and so loves none
Casted spells do dance and leave their angry mark
Which for me and we keeps us hidden in the dark
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The lost and last have the same beginning
What was before there is now here us winning
Creating time when methods blessed takes hold
Whereby the future will be bright but not foretold