jeudi 22 septembre 2011

White Witch's Switch

When chains have gone
Color-blind with age
And panic strikes down
In blurry haze

Even the purest knight
Can lose his sense
And hurl its might
To hurt the princess

Torn in shreds
And blown to pieces
He prays and prays
For a meaning to piece

From the Profound
Comes a spell
To cure their wounds
And rewire Beauty to her details

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