Heart of deceit and crooked lies.
No one hears the silent cries
Of the girl with velvet eyes.
Softly shaken by the sight,
trying hard to put up a fight,
stars glimmering through the night,
failing to be her guiding light.
Velvet eyes and soft-tipped tongue,
Breathing with a broken lung,
Thinking a song she once sung,
Climbing the ladder rung by rung.
Betrayal on her lips tastes sour,
Moonlight falling like a shower,
She ascends the silver tower
Slowly approaching her final hour.
Sitting sunbathed by the moon
One dark night in early June,
Joy suppressed by dark red Gloom
Silently singing a dismal tune.
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