With mended wings, but never broken,
He tames thy demons in the dark of night
And sings of thoughts long left unspoken…
A voice of angel … menace to the weak of heart.
And what was once so lost, forgotten
Burns fiercely amid souls, alas, enslaved
And though his eyes speak nothing to the rotten
Within his darkness now she is forever saved.
And though his soul wears scars so deeply hidden
The passion, fury, lust and dreams burn strong
And she who dives will know nothing's forbidden
For those who truly love can do no wrong,
And to his darkness now she must belong!
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