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A Shadowed Soul
  As Darkness would have me dead,
  A spirit unborn better yet,
  He compromised instead
  He sent his whimsical mares
  to mask my soul
  And hide my heart away.
  He told me of Smiles
  Guarding an odd sight
  Outside, deep in the bog and trees
  oppressing an enemy of Darkness
  An aged noumenon, Light.
  I sought for this creature, Light,
  with the Smile the shadows paired me with.
  I traveled forests, with large eyes;
  The brighter hues, I bear in mind
  My Darkness veiled from me well
  Those tints better left.
  Concealed in the warmth of Darkness,
  I remember now,
  The day the latent Light came,
  not I to it
  Venerable, and vexed at my delay
  It tried one’s hand at blinding yours truly
  Unseeing and typhlotic
  From it’s stimulants, I strayed,  
  It brought no Smiles along
  Claiming a danger, their songs
  No murderous mares as well,
  for the spurious visions they brang
  It told me I must not care
  Steadfast, it said,
  I would soon come to be
  
  The beating of my broken heart,
  Darkness had forewarned,
  is now chained and locked away
  As I strain to overhear
  the now dead still drumming
  I try to blank every so often
  following suit of  the mares
  Once, I had adored
  their rapid thundering
  Darkness, now,
  I yearn for
  the dreamy nights and days
  with his blissful horses
  His grimaces and their odd turns.
  The shadowed soul is blessed astray.

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