Entombed and enchanted in love's tallest tower
Minutes flow through days as weeks pass the hour
Shattering, the black revelation takes place
My mind...oh... what have I done?..
Pure gilded love runs red with rust
Now, a broken trust as the crow flies,
It looks down at the lies, at her built up-disguise
Compromised now is life, as I watch my demise.
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