116. Wicked
Darkness falls upon thy soul,
Gracefully does, the beauty holds,
Fallen skies of winter cold,
Mends the pain of stories told
Rip the hearts of apple red,
Sing the songs of raven's death,
Pawn the light, your shining star,
Who you were and who you
...are
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