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The Chain: Fiddled
A chain of gold, a charm of moon
A stone of white, I look and swoon
But slowly soft tears do arise,
I try to stifle desperate cries
I regain sight, peer through the night,
Reflecting off the glow of light,
Bright tears flow quickly down my cheek
One rolls down and hits a streak.
Of light, found atop the moon
I wonder… my head apolune,
Ironic, is this sight below?
My tears and chain,
it all aglow?
Does it mean a destined path?
Where sad and lust both oddly hath
A similar, inviting glow…
Attraction just too strong to show?
I cock my head, my wonder grows
I ask these questions, with this flow;
“Are you why I bounce right back?”
“Are you the light that fills my black?”
“Are you the reason for my smile?”
“My worn down look, my timid style?”
“Are you why I wake up beaming?”
“My heart, my soul afraid of leaving?”
“Are you my heart and my pain?”
My questions halt, as the rain
Comes to an end,
Forever grieving
A hurt that made my head stop dreaming
Outta Range: Sierra Williams
The Lord's Molten Coins: Fiddled
“Give me a moment, Lyssa.”,
As she screamed and she screamed and she screamed.
Her home in Erebus had blushed like the pileus,
A heavy gold hung in the streams.
“Shut up, wretched whistler!”, he yelled at her face,
As her crooked nose hung to the ground.
She hands him her zeal, she says it’s not real,
Yet she cowers when he is around.
“I love you.” She said, her voice filled with dread.
He knew better, won’t feed off her lies.
For under that tone, a secret is shown.
His rage flows straight from her cries.
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