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"The godly tongue distills honey, mankind's tether of amber and gold.
This is my verdict. For neither are kingdoms conquered by iron,
Nor dies the mighty by the spear.
Men are felled by what they fail to believe in."
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as the nights pass and questions are answered he can now partly control the fear,
the reaccuring dreams have shown him more, his love, his life has been taken, taken by who?
and why he asks her as he slumbers but she only asks for help,
her captor she does not betray, but is she alive or hurt he tries to ask next
but she...
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Night after night he has the same reaccuring dream, a dream of a strange woman without a name,
only the sound of her voice and the image of her imprinted on his heart,
that he sees but a life with her escapes his memory, for he does not remember the past,
only fear and comfort comfort him as he has the huanting mightmares of this...
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you walk through life blinded by the past, living in fear and anger,
moving along stumbling over all the opportunities laid out for you in life,

if only you would take the time to look ahead maybe you would see your potential and that which you are missing

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Simple stands of seamless sunlight

Flow through the cracks of her disbelief

Life imitating lies

Entangle her, suffocating without relief

As time flies

By, measurable

Torment circling like hungry vultures above their prey

Lead but promises of unforgiving betrayal

With finality and shaky hope

Her thoughts offer her one last vice

A metaphorical saving rope

With truth cold as ice

Where to end her fight...
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Day by day

Week by week

She struggles with her torment

But once again the flames will rise

It begins with but a spark in her eyes

A flickering flame now awakens

A raging fire in the makings

To ignite that which her soul used to own

Once her fire rages, sparks will fly

Setting a renewed glorious blaze to her hopes and ambitions

Burning...
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Looking on with eyes I'd rather wish not to see with in times likes these, as I stand a seemingly helpless witness to her.

Her heart and soul ripped to shreds in a traumatic battle of love between her head, heart and soul. Leaving her in pieces, a vessel in inner destruction, what she is, was and could have become, feel like mortal eternal strangers.