A black path unfolds onto the flames of a red forest.
Dew reflects the despair of the fallen young.
Dread courts the waltzing air,
As it rips at crawling skin.
Ebony talons claw at cheeks,
Piercing the silk woven by time.
A cry of sorrow bellows amongst shattered dreams.
It is a tortured existence, a place without end.
Without a care,
Softness begins to slink amongst the angst.
A slight flare of lustre peeks through the chaos.
A vision of melody to sweep away the dark.
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