opethian

by the turnstile beckons a damsel fair, the face of melinda neath
blackened hair. no joy would flicker in her eyes, brooding sadness came to arise. words would falter to atone, failure had passed the stepping stone. she'd sworn her vows to another, this is when no one would bother. and conceded pain in crumbling mirth, a harlot of god upon the earth. found where she sacrificed her ways, that hollow love in her face. still i plot to have her back, contentment that would fill the crack. my soul released a fluttering sigh, this day fell darkness nigh. i took her by the hand to say, all faith forever has been washed away. i returned to you in great dismay, come with me far away to stay. endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime, she spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme. but baffled herself with the final line, my promise is made but my heart is thine.

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