A golden halo,
a big arch of a smile,
Your eyes twinkle
as you talk to me for a while.
You hold my hand and draw me in,
deeper and deeper into your magic I sink!
But then one morning I wake up to see
Grey dust collecting on a tomb of hearts
I open the rusty door and am shocked indeed-
Your halo was a weapon, and my name was embarked
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