There lays within me a tale to tell
With this tale a war would ignite
An ornate gate, wrought iron, masterly and artistic
A face from the arts hides within
Dancing above my head, a skeleton key that haunts the soul
Many would parade its head for all to see
This girl disagrees
The days become weeks, and weeks months
Haunting becomes a daily ritual
Each day the leather bound beauty teases me to color
There is anger poisoning the world
Why can’t the animal hibernate through its journey?
Hopefully answers will reveal itself when we draw the last line
Feelings must stay deep within abyss
Wars will erupt
Friendships will crumble
Decision to stay silent is best prescription
Secretly language can still tell a tale
Just read between the lines
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