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Midnight Flame(revised) Lost soul, lost night; burning so strong, burning so bright. I awaken at the midnight hour. What controls my mind; the unquestioned power? Soulless visions I attain in sight; rid me of them, they give me fright! The Master comes, I feel the desire to burn my love of midnight fire. Ah, yes the footsteps they come so near... inside I aspire an ungodly fear. It is the Master, my flame of sin. I must make haste not to allow him in! I know my hunger, runs deep to the core. The Master of night, his charms I adore! Passions so strange, sweet enchantments I find, yearn to obsess, control my mind. The hour has come. The Master is near. I feel his breath, within my ear. I cannot break away from my endless cries. For the words he speaks are dark, sweet lies. Evil intentions, the deepest of hell. Can I escape his unmerciful spell? He now appears to share his treasure, in return for virtueless pleasure. His heart is cold, but yet his eyes are aflame. I realize my desire shall never change. For I cannot break the spell of the Midnight Flame! |
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