Vines have snagged me
Evils have trespassed me
alas! if not for hope the world would perish
Vices have ruled me
Passions have corrupted me
Darke moons turned red by the blood of all they've seen
Scars have marked me
Errors left their stain
Battlewounds obtained in places of peace to remind me
Trust has misused me
Fools have satisficed themselves with me
Blind aspirations lead me as leprechauns toward unexistential treasure
Dawn has surprised me
Silence has inspired me
Enchantment so intertwined with dark struggles free
Hearts have righted
Souls have soared
Antiquated principles imbed to create the narrow anew
Old disfigurements hold fast
History engraved in flesh and bone
Hope ever reigns a dastardly foe and an avenging conquerer
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