Not with a SWORD is a heart slain,
Not with the Angel's Tune;
Is a mirror of wonderment,
That gleams in the Dark of the Moon.
Lash at the Guardian Golem,
Until it falls -
Collar them the noble,
For the keys to the heart of the Doll.
Sagacious was the bird,
That the maiden descried;
Just above the chamber,
To the heart that died.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Not with a SWORD is a heart slain,
Not with the Angel's Tune;
Is a mirror of wonderment,
That gleams in the Dark of the Moon.
Lash at the Guardian Golem,
Until it falls -
Collar them the noble,
For the keys to the heart of the Doll.
Sagacious was the bird,
That the maiden descried;
Just above the chamber,
To the heart that died.
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