A blooming song was once sung,
Which now everyone does pray,
The bell which was never rung,
Became a whistle, they say.
Rattling through the dense meadows,
Rose a demon to that hymn.
Shattering the light from which the shadows,
Arised once and touched the brim.
Setting a sail on the shores,
From their end he began his path,
They said that it was his zeal,
But what kept him moving was his wrath .
Time broke him down to remnants,
Anyways,the song was some poet's last dart,
Memories as a bell, rose from bygone scents,
That demon was the love in his heart .
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