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Deep in a dungeon,

A creaking and desolate place

For a prisoner of fate,

With blood running cold through wood and stone.

Incantations long forgotten

Carved on chains of surrendering,

And crimson tales of countless before me

Laid bare to witness on the floor.

Before there was a voice

Before the fires were lit

In temples raised to the skies.

Before bread was eaten,

Before death was known,

Before the apple opened our eyes

To wash our imperfection and grime.

But none a greater beast than ourselves,

Solitude, my lover.

To you alone, faith profound.

Within your embrace, solace's found

And when the fear takes its toll,

When its glacial fangs prey upon me

With ravenous hunger

Finally time stands still,

Incredulous and innocent.

To wash our imperfection and grime.

But none a greater beast than ourselves,

Solitude, my lover.

To you alone, faith profound.

My words long forgotten,

Still within these walls, echoing.

A cinder tale of a ghostly existence

Laid bare to witness in the endless night.

And deep within a chamber,

A creaking and desolate vault,

The silvery light of the hope

Your heart shone once upon me.