The Creation of Lady Dracone
The night falls, she moves through the trees
To where her secrets lie, to where darkness feeds.
Shrouded deep in despair,
Noone can see, Noone could care
For her heart that was ripped right from her chest
Left to decay, Left to rot
So as they wander cold and lost
Into the trees they should never stray
for none would pay her eternal cost
to lie themselves where her secrets stay.
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