Blinded by light, bound by the dark
Starving for the dusk, oh so stark
How fortunate for me, i know no fear
How fortunate for you, that i am here
Trapped in ice, chapped are her lips
a crows circles her throne, swoops and dips
Her eyes wide open, color of coal and fire
black by day and by night, sapphire
Heinous hellhounds guard at her tomb
Cerberus, curled up like in a womb
turn your heads and bite your throats
Worship at their feet like sacrificial goats
Longing for release even for just a while
Stinging silently for what they defile
the world around her feeds on her ache
nipping like dogs waiting in turn to partake
A sacrifice of blood and soul
But not willing, not at all
Her release will be for vengeance not cure
And by that time i am sure
That everything will be set ablaze
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