RumpelstiltskinSweet melancholy Listen to my melody I sing a song of maladyRumpelstiltskin
If she so desired I would spin her straws of gold Yet her heart I could not hold And to me she was so cold
Thus my heart was forgone And to half my mind was torn Dreams of children left unborn
I wanted not Her rings nor her necklace But her love and her grace A deep kiss face to face
Asylum now I seek That I would rather all forget Than to remember and regret That I used to love you before
What is my name? Who am I?
The SleeperThe sleeper Riding a flare A flaming nightmare Running faraway From the darkness Of the dayThe Sleeper
That he fears What he hears When he wakes To what makes The quakes That shake
The state of his mind
The shadows watch As they wait to catch And pull off the patch That covers his shame
For what he has done That cannot be undone
Conscience Makes the sleeper His faith keeper
Fatal FuryBleeding sorrow blinds the Sight Darkening heart ignores the Light Bitter rain fouls all thought Seething notion forgets all ought Judgment calls Vengeance falls The hand deals in pain The deed leaves a stainFatal Fury
Mother's hope is dashed Lover's dream has crashed Brother is in horror Children are in terror Judgment calls Vengeance falls More pain hereafter Bigger stain thereafter
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