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In the recesses of my shriveled heart I have a dungeon where I keep my Memories,
Each chamber is filled with hopes and dreams And the people who tore the stitching at my seams.
The first holds the Gypsy Queen, A woman I rarely got to see Madness took her deep into the Veil
When she finally found the way out I had grown with out a Doubt.
Next Room held the Blacksmith The Chains he forged were strong But his work took him away Hammering at the forge all night.
The Third room holds the Idea of Love Three Faces of Deceit that I have come to scorn They Ripped my heart until I covered it in bone.
Out of sight out of Mind that was my curse, If duty took me away from any of them They vanished like smoke in the wind.
The fourth room holds my wife, A price she pays for deeds of the past Always Careful to hide my Rage and Anger At a test of my love that was not needed.
The last Room holds the Most Dangerous one, Bound the tightest, chained the Strongest, He is the one who thirsts the most But will not take a drink from the cup provided For I am my own Judge, Jailer, and executioner All Wrapped in a Candy Covered Shell, Blown in the wind Somewhere Beyond the Veil.