Bewitched
The voice of midnight skies, bound by the inky depths,
A song of love and sorrow, walking hand in hand.
Can you see past the horizon, to where dreams of dancing fill the dawn?
Drinking deep of silence, a heart sings out in pain.
Weighed down by delusions of humanity, the waves on which I frolic give way
Leaving me with no chance to give voice to the sacrifice of sisters.
With a soul denied, no blood binds the blade,
Sleeping eyes are blind, while the sky steals me away.
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