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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I hear those footfalls on the floor marked only by footprints of demons and the exiled muse and silence. And your voice calling a name I know is mine etched on the walls that themes mama's cradle songs gone silent and the owls on the oak sang me every nightfall till I grew too bored counting stars. My heart dances to your voice like an adder to a snake charmer's pipe. You walk fearlessly tracing the broken pieces of my china heart with the lens only love sees through. A room locked by a million waxen bolts you only beamed to melt off. With one more step before you I break the suspense with a cry. If ever you meet me in this heart you venture the beast I'm hiding like a caged songbird that sings pain into gold. Will you stay? Would you walk through this vale of sabre-toothed silhouettes for my heart like a Knight Templar would when in sight glitters the Holy Grail? If ever you meet the fool I am would you hiss away regretfully on wasted time on a fruitless quest? Would you curse me dead like the barren fig When you stand hungry? I am a butler to a headless king. This Don Quixote living in the castle in his head stabbing shadows for blood that promises an hour with the old familiar faces. This soul obsessed with reflections on the hideous face of gloom. I awake with limbs too weak to tango with vices. Too brave to hold the flaming torch that leads to your heart ajar for the unworthy me.
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