Deemed, Villain. It was within her reach Every last piece. Like a dream-weavers composition Entwined upon the wings of love-laced lies She laughs like a mad god Disguised behind the clouds While the webs catch her tears. A spiders gem, held in silk. Her dreams reflecting, blinding, polluting reality. A sickening symphony, Woven beyond reach. She fights, still, as the frigid wind comes. Wings beat heavy around her, Stale her heart remains for, she knows, hells prison guards always catch The deviled dreams and in angel eyes, her cell waits. And the dreams The dreams return to gods side.
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