Tingling riddles
Enchanted fiddles
And a sacred Vine
Strung up from the sands of the most
Ancient of Times.
Maniacal laughter and a shackle of branches
A collision of stars and an explosion of answers
Where am I from?
What have I begun?
The Sapphire in my grasp, so illustrious
Within my dirtied, calloused palms.
I rage against the Flames
As they chant at my bosom
Urging me forth
Into their fiery chasm
But I must resist
And not become irresistible
I yearn to be freed
Yet they lure me back within
I cannot run from this myriad of pleasure
The whiplash of tongues
And obsidian black ashes
I roam the highlands
Emerald green strands straddling my toes
Begging for Amethyst and instead
Blessed with Diamonds from the throes of the River
As I dance with the Willows
And promise to thee that I shall not lay open
Nor shall I kill the Deer from the fields of my Silver edged quiver.
This is the path that I tread without worry
I dance amongst the throngs of lies
Pursuing truth edged with blades
I have abated your heart
And I gaze at your palms
Like mine were once dirtied
But beautiful
A charm ever still
As you hold the Gem of Tranquility
And we never abandon the strength of this Iron Will
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A Single Stone... Q/A
A Single Stone...
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