Blade dancers float around in ether
Dancing with no ground beneath them
She's but an impostor, in a distant land
Trying to escape him, but drowning in quicksand.
Swiped off her feet, increasing her heartbeat
It's torture and bliss to walk so close to his heat
A story unwritten, a line from a poem forbidden
Two epics that'll never end,
One hell awaiting for her, once more to descend.
No one is chanting now hymns to death
But she would honor each breath
Since he hacked deeply into her heart,
She`ll be waiting for him now, a world apart.
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