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by Milly Hayward
Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
by Mr. Darcy
We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...
The banshee's wail, the siren's song,
Two creatures of the otherworld, so strong...
The wizard stood, at the edge of the gate,
A portal to a realm, of chaos and hate...
Never let the demon
inside you flought away,
you might need
it another day.
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you.
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars.