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XVI: The Tower

When I look into your eyes

I see the storm rage deep within

Unbothered by the wind and rain

By the distant thunder's din

Cast in shadows by the lightning

You're a star amidst the storm

You are ruin and calamity

Both given mortal form

You stand boldly in defiance

Of the heavens you now tread

Ever onwards, into madness

Hands and smile flecked with red

Is there room enough for two?

To share our vicious, little dance?

Do you fear the wicked drop ahead?

Do you even spare a glance?

I see everything so clearly

From this spire, I see all

From the knifepoint to the bloodshed

And how perilous the fall

Still I take your hand in mine, dear

Watch your eyes, so full of glee

Knowing how the story ends, dear

That you'll be the death of me

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Can Love Bloom on a Baseball Field?

She rises through the rankings

Through the chalk and dust ahead

Balancing her strength and prowess

Blurs of white and blurs of red

Through her art, she seeks ascension

Mastery, her hard-fought goal

Her weapon, an extension

Of her body and her soul

It's the moment that I've waited for

She steps up to the plate

Flourishing her bat towards heaven

She comes swinging out the gate

There's a romance in her movements

As her bat completes it's arc

They all watch the ball with wonder

As it rockets past the park

Watch her ride atop the lightning

As she strides amidst the storm

Every strike, like cracking thunder

Her torrential, fluid form

All her actions, swift and measured

Her advance cannot be slowed

She's a work of art in motion

As her steps consume the road

But my eyes can't help but linger

Transfixed by her might and grace

Add me to her list of conquests

My heart stolen, like a base

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A Man Who Loved Her

There was once a man who loved her

In an ugly, needy way

Every second, every hour

Every God forsaken day

There was once a man who loved her

Who was smitten from the start

Who would tear his chest back open

Just to offer up his heart

There was once a man who loved her

Who was scoured clean inside

Burned upon a hollow altar

But the fire there has died

There was once a man who loved her

Who knew love like that can't last

Though he clung to the inevitable

We left him in the past

There was once a man who loved her

In an ugly, needy way

But I couldn't stand what I'd become

So I threw that man away

There was once a time I loved her

But that spectre should have known

That no matter how he loved her

He would always be alone

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The Woman in the Suit

Is she always dressed up to the nines?

Or is this her commute?

I always see her on the train

The woman in the suit

I think I'd like to talk to her

But alas, she leaves me mute

I'm always rendered speechless by

The woman in the suit

I wouldn't call her beautiful

I wouldn't call her cute

Handsome is the only word

For the woman in the suit

I don't mind what she does to me

I've got no shot to shoot

I'd rather sit here, left in awe

Of the woman in the suit

I wonder if she notices

Each day on her commute

The way she has me in her grasp

The woman in the suit

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Siren of Sweet Sorrow's Song

Siren of Sweet Sorrow's Song

Where have you deigned to go?

Why have you forsaken me?

My muse, I need to know

What sins must I lay claim to?

What price is mine to pay?

What trespasses have drawn your ire?

Tell me what to say

I've given you my heart and hand

I've given you my soul

I've given everything I have

I've given you my whole

What worth is there to hours, spent

And lost amidst the tides?

My blood runs down the altar

While the priggish goddess hides

What reward is there for virtue

When it costs what matters most?

Still I crown this bloody sacrament

To satisfy my host

My works are writ in blood and tears

A monument to grief

The sanctity of sorrow kept

A crushing leitmotif

Still, I keep your sacrament

I tread this temple floor

I paint your altar red, my love

I need your song once more

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The Deepest Cuts, We Make Ourselves

If you ask me, now, to hold you

If you look into my eyes

If you tell me you won't hurt me

I will settle for your lies

You aren't the things I wanted

But I think you're what I need

Every time you leave me wounded

Everytime you make me bleed

Until my anger drains from me

Until the bleeding's done

Until my tears have finally dried

Until it's course is run

You show me where I've faltered

And you mark it, clear, in red

If it wasn't for this kindness

I could very well be dead

So I'll take off all my armor

This resplendent, shining steel

And I'll trade the flesh for metal

So I never have to feel

I'll return once I am whole again

To hold you close, anew

So you can show me where I've faltered

So I can cut that part out too

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Ribbon Girl

Golden ribbons wrap and weave

Golden ribbons shine

Golden ribbons, golden hair

Her golden eyes divine

Weave a wonder, Ribbon Girl

Weave a work of art

Ignore the silence in your chest

The stillness of your heart

Ribbon Girl, Miss Majesty

The burden that you bear

Weave the empty lie you live

The smile that you wear

Spin a story, Ribbon Girl

Hide your splitting seams

The waking world is a nightmare

So seek refuge in your dreams

Ribbon Girl, left all alone

Nowhere left to run

Pride will be the death of you

Ribbon Girl, undone

Ribbon Girl, brave valkyrie

You've truly done your best

Freed from the weight of a heavy heart

Lay your head to rest

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The Palace Time Forgot

Urashima, show me

Tell me how the turtles dance

Did she have to win you over?

Did she have you at first glance?

Urashima Taro

Was the girl one of a kind?

Did she bargain for your soul

Or did the princess rob you blind?

Is she all you ever dreamed of

As you sailed along the shore?

Is she worth the things you left behind?

Or is she worth far more?

Do you blame her for the sorrow?

For the life she took away?

For your mother and your family?

The words you'll never say?

You know she didn't mean it

All she wanted was your love

So you hold her close forever

And forget your life above

Within your arms lie treasures

That your heart has surely sought

As you hold your Otohime

In the palace time forgot

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A Question of Stature

She's a knight in shining armor

Surely wishing she was tall

While her dreams, the stuff of giants

It's her height that measures small

But she towers over others

In her words and in her deeds

When the little lady saunters forth

I'll follow where she leads

Though her might leaves no one wanting

Though her heart is greater still

Does the knight feel trepidation

At the shoes that she must fill?

Would her reach extend to heaven

If she stood as tall as me

Always reaching towards tomorrow

Far beyond what I can see

If I could reach beyond her grasp

Were heaven not so far away

I would pluck a star to offer her

To brighten up her day

Would she bathe amidst the starlight?

Join their ranks in grand designs?

Would she trifle with their shimmers

When she radiantly shines?

Would she rob the sun of wonder

And the moon, of mystery?

Would she steal the light of heaven

As she stole my heart from me

Would she even need to bother

When they're so beneath her light

Why bother looking at the heavens

When the knight burns far more bright

If I held the knight aloft

And helped her reach the stars above

Would she ever come back down

Or would I lose the one I love?

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Asterios

Men are born and Monsters made

But somewhere in between

I have found myself forgotten

Rarely heard and never seen

In the silence of the stonework

In it's twisting, winding ways

I may barter with the Beast inside

To snatch a few more days

For the Man's a thing of reason

But within the Labyrinth's cold

There are secrets that the Creature

May see fit for me to hold

Though the endless walls are harrowing

And the Beast might fear the end

It's the Man who finds resolve

From deep inside that he can lend

In the end, the Labyrinth conquered

By the Beast and Boy as one

Will they call me Man or Monster

When my quest is finally done?

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Rainfall on Camlann

Who's left to cry for Mordred

Stranger in his father's court

As the distant sun grows heavy

In the sky above the fort

Who's left to cry for Mordred

When the tale draws to its end

No one left to mourn the heartbreak

That was far too great to mend

Who's left to cry for Mordred

As he stumbles through the dead

As his world falls through his fingers

Hands so slick and stained in red

Who's left to cry for Mordred

On that lonesome Camlann Hill

Left shattered on the silent earth

His body, cold and still

Who's left to cry for Mordred

When, at last, his fight is done

As the curtain falls on Camelot

One last bow for Arthur's son

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Void the Sky

Delving deeper into darkness

Past the threshold, you descend

Blindly chasing after shadows

The Beginning brings the end

At the core of your once-prison

At the center of it all

On the shoulders of the giants

In the shadow of the fall

In defiance of the judgement

Of you envy given form

You deny the verdict passed down

By the fury of the storm

Reignited by the fire

At the end, your core burns bright

As you stand to face the challenge

With your heart and soul alight

Carving through that distant skyline

Bringing all your might to bear

Soldiers swatted down like insects

No one left to hear their prayer

Reach beyond the grasp of heaven

On your wings of starlight, fly

Bathe the endless night in fire

Bare your fangs and void the sky

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Bad End

I ask "Who dares to face me?"

As I stride onto the field

Nothing that they say could matter

I won't flinch and I won't yield

I ask "Who leaves here breathing?"

As the bottle leaves my hand

And it's voice rings out like shattered glass

"Only those left fit to stand"

I ask "Who dares defy me?"

To my needles and my chains

And they answer me in rattles

In the bruises, blood, and pains

I ask “Who stands triumphant?"

To my bat, before the swing

It replies in blood and shrapnel

In that wicked song we sing

I asked "Who dares to face me?"

Empty silence in my wake

You either claw your way to victory

Or watch your body break

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Whittling Away

I've many flaws and facets

Filthy depths I've yet to dredge

I'll cut until you love me

Or until my blades lose edge

Why stop at things like vanity?

What else is fit to rend?

I'll cut until you love me

Or I meet a gruesome end

No matter what you ask of me

No matter what's at stake

I'll cut until you love me

Or until my scissors break

If you ask of me an altar, red

I needn't ponder why

I'll cut until you love me

Or until my wounds run dry

No need to chase reflections

I'll just hate the things I see

I'll cut until you love me

Or there's nothing left of me

In acts that mutilate the self

I'm beyond and far above

I'll cut until you love me

Or there's nothing left to love

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The Passing of the Torch

I'm searching for a sunrise

In the endless winter skies

Wishing I could save the hero

As the girl before me cries

Another chance to see it through

Another ancient rite

Another day to suffer through

Another thankless fight

Who else could bear the burden

That you break yourself beneath?

Always ready for the bloodshed

When the sword escapes the sheath

You've given all you've got to give

And still you give them more

Like a tree deprived of branches

Ash wood stripped down to its core

What reward is there for virtue

When it costs you everything?

Be you child of the prophecy

Or once and future king

Still you rise to meet the challenge

Tooth and nail, amidst the mud

As you bleed in endless service

To those unworthy of that blood

I'm searching for the setting sun

Across the winter sky

All us saviors beyond saving

As I watch that woman die

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Blade of Progress

Sing, sweet blade of progress

As it parts a sea of skin

Searching out the imperfections

Left to fester deep within

Sing, sweet blade of progress

Cutting clean through fear and doubt

Leaving only perfect pieces

Peace within and peace without

Sing, sweet blade of progress

From our broken past, you save

Neatly butchering a dying world

To fit inside it's grave

Swing, sweet blade of progress

Down upon the obsolete

As the heads roll down the avenue

And bodies hit the street

Sing, sweet blade of progress

As we toil on ahead

Knowing others must come after

And carry onwards in our stead

Sing, sweet blade of progress

Leave us relics in the dust

Let them carry on our legacy

In the end, it's only just

Sing, sweet blade of progress

Of that long and lonesome rest

Knowing that our battles mattered

Knowing that we did our best

Sing, sweet blade of progress

Of the evils that we fought

Of the hell we spared the children

The tomorrow that we sought

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Can Love Bloom on a Baseball Field?

She rises through the rankings

Through the chalk and dust ahead

Balancing her strength and prowess

Blurs of white and blurs of red

Through her art, she seeks ascension

Mastery, her hard-fought goal

Her weapon, an extension

Of her body and her soul

It's the moment that I've waited for

She steps up to the plate

Flourishing her bat towards heaven

She comes swinging out the gate

There's a romance in her movements

As her bat completes it's arc

They all watch the ball with wonder

As it rockets past the park

Watch her ride atop the lightning

As she strides amidst the storm

Every strike, like cracking thunder

Her torrential, fluid form

All her actions, swift and measured

Her advance cannot be slowed

She's a work of art in motion

As her steps consume the road

But my eyes can't help but linger

Transfixed by her might and grace

Add me to her list of conquests

My heart stolen, like a base