Running from the dark horrors of my heart, Racing away from the winged terrors Of a seemingly perpetual night. I lose myself in the dark.
Awaken! Stirred from disturbed slumber, By the glint of the Sun's rays, Through the boughs of a silver-wood, Catching, on it's descent, on golden leaves.
Beneath my grimy bodice Is grass, blessed grass! Soft to the touch of callused skin, As silk is to a grievous wound.
Imperturbed, i walk. Wondering whither it is i am, Upon what ground do i traverse? What will i find lying in wait?
In this forest of Spring, Filled with the promise Of Spring's passion.
Romulus Demonicus
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