White feathers floating through the air
Carried by the gentle breeze
Thousands, millions, billions perhaps
A fragrance locked in embraces sweet
Unwillingly taken to the ride
Beckoning, longing, yearning forever
Embittered siren songs affect the wine
Inhabiting a heart's core
Precedes scorn, forlorn, unborn
Fire as black as darkness ignore
Unable to control its hunger
Breathes alive, thrives, entwines
Black roses will bloom the Reaper
Long scythe pierces the soul
Of men, unfolded, esculptured
Hot liquid washes a gash though
In time, to lose sanity
All illness, weakness, hopelessness
Within the mirror, skies deafen, starry
To release the beast within
Will overrun, overload, overrule
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