The hungering heartstring of the harp playing the melody of my soul.
As the angels dance around the circle of life,
its starts to roar the darkness is disappearing
into the void that is my heart.
I roar blinded by the betrayal of my kin,
only the scare away the angels and the harp.
only to bring a demon upon my dreary soul
and turn my heart into the empty echo that
resides where thy soul belongs.
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