In a maze of twist and turn
Echo the cries of a beast;
Although a human heart beats,
In these dull, wicked eyes burn
The flames consuming its wings,
Blood thread trails limply behind
Swaying to the sirens’ songs,
Waiting on a virgin mind
To wish away all the wrongs,
But the labyrinth’s wall
Is strong and cold, dark and tall,
‘Tis made of a thousand strings
Played by the gods at a cost:
An eternal tempest-tossed.
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