The Hermit Lure
Breathe within the whispers, their secrets numb and old
Like silent pictures an image dark and bold
I’ll summon you to roam the alleys of the night
A reflection from the darkness will redeem the light
Command you to see it but receding back as you came
Gallant as you hold your wrists to me, I will not take the blame
I’d whisper within your ear but the wishes you cannot take
The Morning Glory, open or it’ll prove you fake
Seek within the setting sun the image to set to shame
I’d whisper the secrets to you but I didn’t call your name
Lex
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