In a place of sand and stone
Where the Monks roam
In stitches I lay
Appearing like a shark's tooth comb
My back is broken, they say
My previous life taken away
By the corrupted Baron
And left in the old bay
My monotonous existence is all but serene
As exciting as a place you pour refuse on
But it is always calm
As the days long gone
A quiet girl is my balm
That which relieves my qualm
With just a passing glance
Or the brush of a palm
She makes my heart prance
Caught in an endless dance
With my inner Devil
In an ever-changing stance
The Monks say I'm evil
But how? When they can't see it all
How can they judge me
If they cannot understand the primeval
But she can see
The true me
The man hidden in the monster
Yearning to be free
This isolation is like an irritating burr
For getting too close to her
Could cost my life
That I am sure
My soul is rife
With this Dark strife
I cannot control this Devil within
As it cuts me like a knife
So I hide in sin
Or around a bend
To admire
My new little friend
Her hair is like the fire
Upon a pyre
In the dark of Winter's night
Or like the strings of mother's lyre
She has put up a fierce fight
But her vivid eyes show fright
I wish I could banish
In her sleepless night
My mentor causes her nightmares to vanish
Never to punish
I wish I could take his place by her side
But that could become brackish
In her sleep she cried
By her side Shadow lied
Hoping to ease her suffering
Even if it left things unsatisfied
I spent these nights sighing
My mind flying
Trying to remain calm for her
Even if to me it was like dying
This waiting was a curse
That I could not reverse
To save this girl
Before things get worse
My world begins to whirl
When I see this delicate pearl
In the hall
She brightens up the world
Then, while sitting against an old wall
In an unused hall
I heard she would soon be free
And this made my heart fall
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Out by the sea
By the old tree
I found a conch shell
For someone gentle and carefree
And with the shell
By the old well
I found a ruby colored ribbon
But who could really tell?
I found a snail shell under some linen
A long passed butterfly that glistens
And a dusty old jar
That I will keep hidden
I also found a little iron bar
But it doesn't fit so far
So it goes back into the band
Under the armoire
I found a bit of sand
Dug from under the land
With a swirly blue stone
That fits in the palm of my hand
I love how its light shone
Against the sandy roan
And the jar's new metallic crest
Even if it is a bit windblown
And from an old chest
I tried my best
To craft her an artful statue
To let my admiration be confessed
With these gifts given
I became her Gift Giver
My kindness was known
Even if I am unknown
I bid thee adieu
From the Gift Giver
To the Scharlach Ang'chen
My Scarlet Little Angel
