At the courtyard
In the days of old
Clad in pure white
You stood by my side
Though the days turned darker
Crimson scars ran through our nights
And down your arms they went
Caressing your every move
In the narrow corridors
Of the ruins of true caring
One can wander
Hopeless and downward
Though everything dies one day
And all will turn to ashes
The wind will carry your true name to the skies
Selite:
oletus
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