Pensieve Heart
Hear, Oh, hear my pensieve heart,
Provoking thoughts from an icy realm.
Focus now on all things dark,
Banishing light from the most optomistic eyes.
Hear, Oh, hear this tiny beat,
Muffled, but heard through this diamond case.
It's rate now declines,
And in such harmony your hope disperses.
Hear, Oh, hear these thoughts that race,
Those that are twisted take the lead.
Love and light has fallen fast
Over such little a stone as life's struggles.
Hear, Oh, hear the more these thoughts come
The more I am ensnared by eveil thorns.
They puncture my skin by the thousand,
And inject the poison of falsehood.
Awaken, Awaken my dying daughter,
And breathe that which Cheribum mix.
Dance in this newly shed light,
And arise with the sun from your new birth.
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