Centred around your blaze
There's nothing that will amaze.
Crumbling walls stay the same
Winding through this haze.
Runaway if you must,
But stand your ground
And your wounds will bring you around.
Tears glisten
As the violins make you listen.
That starlight from yonder shore
Will break the hold of these evil spores.
Tremble no more,
Children of the weary folk.
These eyes of precious stone
Never will leave you alone.
Cave! Cave! As the Earth once told,
Worthy, you are not of this ode.
For the spirit once sold,
Will forego bliss untold.
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