these images burn deep in my
head
as the faeries tie my hands with
thread
I'm powerless, I'm empty
...
no salvation for me
my
brittle bones crack and break like leaves
as the soul slips away like sand
yet
sticking to the cobwebs
that have made
their home my head
darkness in the
fields of long ago
the dream is lost from
mind
where has the magick gone
that I
once held in my hands
these secrets blown
away so fast
they go to join the sand
sticking to the cobwebs
that have made
their home my head
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