Thoughts swirling downward in a spiral of doubt Below the fractured surface, darkness quietly rumbles It waits for the opportune moment to strike, Its serpentine tendrils squeezing around my tender flesh Held in a crushing vice grip, despair infects my mind Every trace of hope slowly trickles out, Scarlet rivulets fading into nothingness
Dense shadows dance upon the snow white page in an elegant waltz, Giving life to the story my soul holds, A priceless gem that gleams bright for eternity
Yet, that longing Is never snuffed No matter what, It burns valiantly on A wish so pure, It can never truly die
In the shadowed depths, Sweet madness slowly beckons The ancient gods rise
On raven black wings, The holy mother descends Promised salvation, A lonely light at the end Dark prophecy is fulfilled
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