There was a whisper In the wind once with your name upon it.
But it seems to have settled amongst the tall grass where the children used to play.
Such a bright light as you found me. So far down in the darkness alone, but with only the smallest candle of hope. With patience and tender care i climbed from the darkness one horrific night eternal night at a time.
How careless of you to break my heart. Does a crown of thorns not hurt upon ones burdened back of laborous day in and day, oh tarnished and tired we must be of the game to once again face our deeds undone or forever hold our snaked tongue.
Quite….. Oh silence such quizzical thoughts..be.. Absence does not make the heart grow founder it makes it wander and hide like a fogetten child. Broken souled warrior left beaten and half dead…
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