"All the souls
To me they belong"
Come, sing along
To our worlds passionate love song
The Earth crys out in lust
Her puppet princesses
Provokate spirits to dust
The castle in the sky
High noon, and Moon rise
That's where the real She resides
The hero's true bride
Adorned in darkness and light
Etched into the sky
With every glimpse of the apple of our eye
The hero might as well go blind
To find Her through the abyss of the night
Hold in your magic
Tongue and tide
Calling all souls
Your prince needs your might
The story books finale is in sight
The key resides between the read, black and white
God holds the stage still
The time is nigh
©palewriter
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