Cross my heart
And hope to rise;
My demon's reaching
For the skies
To find the fate
I once adored,
Which angels ripped
From my soul's core:
A feather feast
Of Nature born —
Mut'ed magic,
Heaven-scorned.
Cross my heart
And hope to rise;
My demon's reaching
For the skies
To find the fate
I once adored,
Which angels ripped
From my soul's core:
A feather feast
Of Nature born —
Mut'ed magic,
Heaven-scorned.
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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
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