My Spell

by lindzy   Sep 5, 2005


Darkness from the deepest of souls
Hatred that has been burned black by coles
Hear of her evil, ancient plight
Take your wings throughout the night
Take back which was horrid and cold
One that all of the tales have told
An innocent's being destroyed in her hands
Only within us does she still stand
Take the arrow through her heart
Make us begin back at the start
When her heart was not black
So we don't need to look back

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