Mystic Alchemistic

January 12, 2009
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Mystic Alchemistic
A heart pounds
A voice drowns
As silence abounds
Amid the falling snow.

Shards of sheer secrets slipping
All but a sliver of lining
Lie amid the falling snow.

Seeds of evil it was to sew
A silky silvery shimmering web of lies
The truth no soul would know
Buried amid the falling snow.

An ensnaring spell
A witches arcane brew
The final toll of the bell
Resounds amid the falling snow

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