Of all the things we deem unseen,
foretold was a scene of the unwavered dream.
Through Brittle Hearts we seem to believe
yet our Perfect Perceptions remain unachieved.
Twisted yet Elegant, my mind's Beautiful thought
is target to one, unmistakably sought.
This Brittle Heart no longer bleeds Crimson Tears
it's contents now Dust, burned away by the fears.
The dark truth of the creature,
burns inside, deep within.
Drink of the Chalice,
Crimson Dust akin,
Crowned you remain yet Blind in this Game,
but the stars, one day, will align all the same.
Once this is done scarlet skies, stars will shine
a treasure is found in the waters you find.
Stay alert, NINE jagged knives are still keeping you Blind.
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