Shadow
My eve shone forward by tears of lies.
My mornings filled with angels cries.
My blood laid waiste upon the ground.
My heart grows faint in a single bound.
My love and soul are true and loud;
They may speak soft, but they're pure proud.
All my time has been made sour, while I stand to think of you
another hour.
Dreams of magic fill my head, gasping the foreign lands
within my bed.
If I ask, God will I not feel,
His love, perhaps my anger, overtake my will
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