How could you find me here,
Amongst the last strongholds of the era;
That prison gloom that keeps me
Separate from all that I was made with?
Where the heartbeats are the throb of the common
Murkings of a lurking Death.
How pleasantly you keep me,
Unveil me, my miseries…
Your laugh, smiles trickle down the soiled
Stony walls and stony steps.
You make way home.
The rain seep in me, makes my Maelstrom high.
Cleaned I feel as the Oceans in me rise.
A shadowed rain; Message from you is send
Nature grows in the gloom of a disparate glaze.
Fill me, thou sleep in me to make me the Liege of all the waters unknown.
Maelstrom made am I. Sooth me, as the water’s rise again.
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