Innocence
Wicked potions pry his mind with visions of the sublime,Spreading the illusions of granduer to the exteme exalted force.
He soon plays his game of sultle intent upon her weakened state,
And she succumbes to the aroma of his misguided concourse.
Sweet but lonely and tender in the mercies of life,
She was smitten and decieved into the love of the moment.
And began to believe that first is always true, with past forever lost,
Her comitment was as a nun void of all worldly binds and covenant.
The cries of her heart falls on deaf ears silenced by passion,
Cradled with the confusion and bliss of desire.
Unbridled now the spirit explodes in freedoms glory,
No form of earthly creation will extinquish the fire.
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