That day that heart was cast aside,
Chaos loosened to normality,
The soulless emotions that all confide,
Were the waning mortality.

With a howl the hell hounds bark,
The emotion has been suppressed,
all the pure convert to dark,
The black heart depressed;

The ashen mass forgot laughter,
Sorrow was turned to despair,
The torrid horror thereafter,
Only rose of blood the fair;

The maiden of the mass,
The incorruptible of good,
Stood defiantly and held fast,
For the greater heart she stood;

Upon her mount of stone,
She rose high to challenge the Grey,
With a howl that chilled the bone,
Rousing the soulless her way;

And like a martyr she bled,
The crimson rain, sweet emotion,
The lifeless mass it fed,
Fighting the Grey with pure devotion;

Within a blink of an eye,
The pure light shone bright,
The blue had returned to sky,
And a fair maiden nowhere in sight;

The story ends, or so it seems,
The maiden of light still shines in dark,
Upon her pedestal in heaven she gleams,
Her silent reminder of hope, we part.

 
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