This castle of dreams
This black palace
Here we hide ourselves
Among the crumbling ruin
From horrid nightmares strange
The death, destruction that they bring
This feeble structure
Once a strong and mighty fortress
Where proud soldier did stand
Where brave warrior did fight
Now nothing but pieces
A shabby escape
Where we flee to cower
It is final, we won’t survive
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A butterfly flits by Under the bridge to hide And doesn't wish to tell exactly why Nerves unravel where they lie Let's not be fit to...
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Trying to decide if I'm going to color it traditionally or digitally. I might do a version of each.
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