In gilded chains, he wandered blind,
Love's cruel mirror, the heart entwined.
Seven years, a dance of pain,
Her laughter echoed, a siren’s bane.
Red flags waved a storm in disguise,
Yet in the tempest, he sought her skies.
A heart so wide, he sheltered her lies,
While she wandered, seeking fleeting highs.
Death's grip held him, feeble and frail,
Yet she slipped from...
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