This is a labor of untold proportion,
A story unfolds at her hands,
The pen is the sword,
The page is my skin,
And the fiction meets fate,
Her words a chariot of gold,
The night is waiting for us,
Stars scream the sermons,
Moon cries tears of sweet sorrow,
The pen is the sword,
The page is my skin,
As this fiction meets fate,
Charon's prey will fall...














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Shhhh ..
I wanna hear you scream
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