Irony

The tides of sin draw together and brighter.
The hours become heavier and weighted.
The shadows smile, dark and wild.
This is when hope and desire collapse.
The dream descends into despair.
When innocent lovers dance.
Like angels on fire.
This is when the night comes to town.
A hammer on the anvil.
The only absolution accepted...
is a legacy of pain.
A single note rings on and on.


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