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A game of infinite mirrors Path of the twisted hair Leading us through a portal Where two hearts can repair The key of David was forged in your soul From the fires of his heart It unlocked that golden doorway To a love that can never part © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.

Oh Morpheus, Morpheus lull me to sleep That I may dream myself anew I long to sail on an Olive ship Heading for that sacred place Where the ocean turns to stars. Cursed with a mischievous handkerchief My personal Voldemort This heart beats with such bitter anguish The price of exclusivity, my Odette, You’re the apple of this one eyed sap. Those blood red petals staring down Reveal betrayal on the battlefield… Read More