Mad_Hatter Posted August 29, 2012 (Hadn't shown this in awhile...thought I'd give it a Go on this account. Hope you enjoy. Cheers.) Dark, twisted Demons of the Heart dare prey upon thy wretch'd soul, that I should dare so freely to start - these Taiko beats of a different toll. T'was once so sublime, my Love so fierce, t'were a different time, whence Passion rang free - that by and by for thee, I dare think'st of the World, my Soul was yours, though Damned, unfurled. Dost thou dare curse mine self? You, who art thou a Goddess, my beloved canvas - whom leaves thy wordful lips to be bereft whilst I gaze upon thine soul, thy Lux Aeternus - For I see not a sculpture of simplicity, that even in the Holiest sepulchre of clarity, within You keep'th a complex web of tapestry - where I, nor anyone, could dare fathom to truly see. Damned am I for eternity, marred with the Black Hand of devilish desire, in tumult I spiral into burning sanctity - with mine Heart yours to keep alive in perpetual fire. Can'st thou not see, my beloved Lyre - You are thy Bard upon highest spire, my spark, my Muse, of such atrocity... As that of an Inspiration I take from thee. Brooding days hath pass me by, with Time so short and nigh, that mine Soul dare fades in due crime, with a Past and Fate intertwined. Forgive'th this Fool of fools, this Fox of a Jester's tool, for life dare forcefully free itself from me, where I am weak to fight it's feral glee - And know when in wreckoning days, when your life seems in disarray, Forever close will I be - with these Taiko beats in pulsating role, my Love, with thee, in your Heart and Soul.