Soul Wanders
I made a wish that frightful night
Longing to dance, in the king’s sight
To dine and feast on royal dish
That frightful night I made a wish
By your sweet charm I was beguiled
I took your regal hand and smiled
Without the feeling of alarm
I was beguiled by your sweet charm
You said my wish was your command
You took my soul and not my hand
And now I wish that I was dead
My wish was your command, you said
I took my leave, I ran from you
With nothing more that I could do
I broke away that frightful eve
I ran from you, I took my leave
It matters not how far I run
You own my soul and it is done
I lost myself, I have forgot
How far I run, it matters not



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and much love~ Desire~*~








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