Move up the moon
The black guard
My pain starts,
Sadly mastered me
The guardians of the heart made it
My story is a spectacle
Made sick by misty love,
Moonlight is like a sword
Tore my pulse
Let my blood flow
Until my heart stopped running,
Do not know the end of my illness
My injuries just become
The happy pieces
Who never realized
This earnestness,
Black swords
Slam me more
I was lying, ignored, forgotten
By love in falsehood.
that's great peice of peotry
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