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THE DECEITFUL TUNE
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A silver sliver of sonnets sold
the molten moon that crumbled
beneath the hearkened tune
of a stolen, crimson ballad's blade.
The minds screeched as the song
mused beneath its radiant mask,
awaiting the world that cannot see
the swan it burned to tell its trickling tale.
The solemn swan's ghastly lullaby
rises from behind the feigning sun
to assume the mantle of a word,
lost to time but known to all.
The word hammers on the heads
of a million wandering souls
that dance among the casted flowers
of the majestic heart's glowering grin.
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