Though much maligned, patiently, I wait
for the fall of beauty to be enthralled
and rest within my iron gate,
where love and innocence is recalled.
I have wrapped your hull in gentleness
and adorned your amorphous soul,
entombed, in wombed, guardian I, rock you
bringing fond memories which coalesce
and ensorceled lullabies to this knoll.
Dark is the glamour which bids you adieu.
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