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By the Sword
Hope she tried to gather Is one more fantasy That robbed her of a mantle Of the woman she could be. In silent cries unspoken An anguished mind yields lies To break the yoke that holds her In a world to which she dies. Her everyday protector Has gloom she can't control The nightly sudden shadows Hateful demons of her soul. A stabbing lack impales her Of the piercing blade of need To feel the touch of passion Would stop this ardent seed. Memories found do surface Her spirit is renewed This course with ample measure Takes longer than she knew. Raging, deep torn sorrow Now brought out in the light Brings new love of self Breaks down the fiends of strife.
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