Poetry

Wicked bells and blessed lights

Beckon the disenchanted.

Promising victory, glory

An illusion of the heartbroken

 

Spinning ever concentric

Hypnotizing the spirit

Capturing the soul, prisoner

Too soon reality dawns

 

Drained, temporary insanity releases its hold

Awareness spreads to my waking limbs.

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