Mystical temple of dialect unknown...
Breath of air vibrating to bridge a scavenger pitch to its tone
Perception of sound finds a private frequency alluded
to be acoustically balanced, it must scale enchanted resonance undiluted
Eagerly reconcile the sharpness of shrill and the semitone lower
Claim the magnetic force-field of the Siren's Song
To bewitch, without mercy, the souls of all shipwrecked men that come along
Temptation that beckons to a motion of peril has languished
phantom ships to their doom
Resist by all measure the toxins found lurking beneath external beauty
Capture and fulfill the call of destiny that supernaturally reflects
A completely transcendent devotion undisturbed
Blindly emerging to discover eternity's quest
About the Creator
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See it...hear it...feel the breath of life
From its silence softly whispers
See me in your dreams and secret visions endlessly through the night
In quiet desperation I await your gentle embrace wishing and hoping you can unlock me...
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