dark wraith, oscillating my fate
brimming me to quake
When I questioned her faith.
baned by the twilight sepulcre that is her soul
I sit here, vice embeded in my chest, somehow sober
still hopeful I may again know her
so I may ask what is next on our agenda
i felt the same as you, yet I carried on
perhaps its for the best, teacher...
perhaps the test is to nurture
what remains so that when I reach her
I would do the same, to protect us both
me and *my* apprentice
teacher, give me the chance to say my final words
give us the chance to knead peaceful wards,
to breath us both into hope
to bead us both, into hope...
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