Think, ponder.

I yearn and wonder,

allow my heart to ponder.

A thought for my mind,

just to guard inside.

Cages and walls all is surrounded,

the dark secrets I keep will make you astounded.

A smile on my face,

all poise and grace.

But thoughts under layers,

all hidden under.

Cold and dark

keep it blinded,

don't the sun seep inside them.

These thoughts I yearn

these things I wonder,

what would happen if they weren't under?

But these things in danger

they stand un-praised for,

no one know what demons

are prayer for.

Now in this crystal castle

all lies under shackles,

caged are the thoughts that I wonder.

Fluttering wings and wreaking havoc

they are for being hidden under.

Danger boils by a burning fire,

flame of a soul that has long expired

and smoke has broke

makes this choke

to breathe I can't if i desired.

By gray surrounded

all is cold and darkness,

where crimson fell

now are ashes.

And what I thought and pondered

now lay crumbled and dead,

lifeless.

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The words of the wind