Unfinished
Burning, yearning for the song,
sound is lifting, shifting down.
All harmonics; poison strong,
I, who wear a siren's crown.
Hesitant; strained cantata,
trapped in fragile stone.
My blood; etched stigmata,
sings for His, alone...
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