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The Winds: Masters of Vengeance
Evil beauty,thou left me torn
Ripped to shreds by thou rose's thorn
I call upon the revenge of wind
Ye mystical tempest come right in
Cometh and consume my quarry
Bad ending to a gory story
Whipping wind of my roaring rage
Follow my will,page by page
Loosen the hair,
Weaken the glare,
Make none dare,
To ever care,
For a bear,
For a mare,
Who be not fair,
Make her allure ware,
Spoil like an old pear.
Ripped to shreds by thou rose's thorn
I call upon the revenge of wind
Ye mystical tempest come right in
Cometh and consume my quarry
Bad ending to a gory story
Whipping wind of my roaring rage
Follow my will,page by page
Loosen the hair,
Weaken the glare,
Make none dare,
To ever care,
For a bear,
For a mare,
Who be not fair,
Make her allure ware,
Spoil like an old pear.
Published 7th Jul 2014
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