Obsession
Made through the cries of a crescent moon
My name bring forth your spirit's doom
A beauty appears for you to see
Yet tears and sorrows if you possess me.
I dance with the rhythm of the waves of the sea
With youthful vigor filled with glee
Dare plunge to deep waters and beyond the bay
And see me waiting there with fey.
Dwelt in the entrails of a pagan's soul
With just innocence and loving goal
Have grown and molded with pains and tears
Fated to be abandoned and thrown with fears.
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