My heart sleeps in a darkened tomb that bares no name,
waiting to be awakened by a fair gentleman.
For it is a cold and harsh night, the beast gaurding thy heart
awakes to cry to the moon and hunts for thee fair gentleman.
Several days have gone by and then soon
turns into years, the beast doesn't come back.
The cobwebbed covered heart of mine lays
there unawoken and forgotten in the
shadows in the unnamed tomb.
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