Gallic Mete Hedonic

Steal.

Let’s make a deal.

Take what’s left and entreat the real

Heart.

Why can’t it start?

Left out in the cold the honed dart

Flies.

To silence the cries.

Hidden Dragon emerged the wide eyes

Stone.

A silent groan.

Chaos embraced encased in a lone

Shell.

Never to tell.

Hidden in light a kingdom of hell

Calls.

Walk the halls.

Matrix of madness a passion of dolls

Tears.

Laden with fears.

Broken unbroken the engine gears

Turn.

Oceans churn.

Cracking tide signs the Wyverns

Day.

Few stay.

Chains break rust falls away

Gone.

Unwitting pawn.

Ashen master withers traversing dawn

Breaks.

Tear-filled lakes.

Thunder roar abound earth shakes

Loose.

Beg for truce.

Athena forgotten Hades reminds Zeus

Shuns.

Broken guns.

Woken voice rising choice blood runs

Deep.

Little sheep.

Fleeted fools blown aloof souls reap

Pain.

No longer in vain.

Nothing lost teeming afield to gain

Love.

A fit like a glove.

Left none above Gallic mete hedonic

 

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