The KEYS to the HEART
of which you WISH
are kept by the one whom you must permiss
It watches, protects it, keeps it locked away,
and if it's contents you want . . .
it is THIS you must slay.
The prize which you seek
are locked behind iron gates,
which no one has passed, even to this date.
Those of whom fell, came with HEARTS so Impure
It saw through their SOULS - their LOVE too demure,
but just because no one's held the KEYS
doesn't mean that there isn't one WORTHY of these.
If someone WORTHY came forward to ask . . . .
the KEYS he'd be given
permission to pass.
But once past the GATES could you solve the RIDDLE?
Of the HEART that BLEEDS BLACK
because it's still just so BRITTLE.
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