Out in the dark her unfortunate shadow calls by night, owl-like cry.
A Memory shut off by the heat of fire.
The woods are salvaging ancient immortals:
The heart is only a slave in her hand, a hand turned to stone.
A fear in arising; her empire will threaten insecurity out.
By the innocents tongue, the oath of disguise has to come.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/02/2021.
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