A Guardian won't Shy.
Again I walk with the demon,He held my hand and reason
Demon spoke to me today,
I drowned in his words of dismay
An angel called me from above,
I grasped the clouds for its love
Then the demon pulled me out,
Sat me down and said no less o' shout...
"The Love of your demon will never run out,
As the care from an angel often finds drought"
Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-06-09 at 05:51
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