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TORN

TORN

What is this sound I hear?

From afar or near

A madame dear in despair?

I know not

A madame none the less

Do I stay the path?

My path ever to the North

Or should I dare?

This yonder forth

I draw closer

My heart dance for danger

I see a light

The darkness hides behind me

It is a madame

A maiden fair and plum

And yet saddened was her form

High up in Castle Moor

Do I face this task, one I cannot state?

How do you trouble a nation so, one whose prison you do not know?

Do I dare the fates?

And hope that their favour shine upon this night

Or forever lay each bed

With a thought of what became of the lady

Pure and lovely a sight.

IYADI CYRIL

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