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ANGLACHEL
Written by fileg
I sought to have your secret heart remade
in my own image. Lovers so conspire
who are not happy until love’s a blade
My own soul was the forge, your soul the fire
Your dark heart and my dark heart intertwined
in my own image. Lovers so conspire
and who can stand against such love combined?
Yet you defend, as though I were the prey,
your dark heart and my dark heart intertwined.
My broken hands will wield you while I may.
I know you will not love these hands for long
yet you defend, as though I were the prey.
The fire of stars, the dark of space your song.
What made me think I could contain your rage?
I know you will not love these hands for long.
You are the iron bar that forms my cage
I sought to have your secret heart remade
What made me think I could contain your rage
who are not happy until love’s a blade
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