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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Siren's Song
There�s a storm brewing from afar I see lightning strike a falling star From the seductive thunder, a secret I learn Don�t stand too close, witch, or you will burn. My salvation lies within his heart of hearts Those steel shackles keep our bodies apart I yearn for his familiar touch, if nothing else And with my fire, his cold heart I will melt. With pleasure and spite, I�ll steal his sanity And arouse his denial with my magical wiles From velvet night I�ll come forth and see What my dragonlord has come to be. The question for you, oh wicked one Is who in this play is ruined Is it you or is it me? With time to remain, we�ll place the blame And sit back to wait and see. raw || truth |