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As the dark moon rises over the dark land
There was once a beauty that walked in this now dark sand
A beauty of mystical love and power
Roaming this dark heart looking for hate to devour
The gentle love and tender kiss
Of the mystical love was never amiss
It slaughtered the hate, as though it were fate
For the hate which once consumed
Disappeared like a dark moon, but was to awaken once again
The mystical love was devoured live a rose is of age
And hates arrival, love not able to have survival
As upon one command, this dark land returned
So now the dark heart is filled with emptiness
Instead of mystical loves tender kiss
Forever shall that love be gone
Although now we pray for its humble return
But until that day, not a soul shall set foot in this dark sand
Or merely enter my dark land . . .

© Ben.S 2004