The Weaver, an Aria.

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Keystrokes in my ear,
Tell another tale.
To have me by the heartstrings,
To weave another veil.

For hidden in the nether,
I take another lie.
Like a bullet to the kneecap,
Wail but never die.

Here is where I found you,
And here I will remain.
Willow ever weeping,
I carved your sacred name.

A place of wintry solace,
Breathe to taste the air.
Cold and sour and bittersweet,
Snowflakes without a care.

It's naïveté to fly now,
And ignorance to smile.
When skies are filled with demigods,
Pestilence their child.

And then a wistful tune takes hold,
To lull me to that place.
Of villains vixens and vanguards;
The golden fields I traipse.

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Josh ... that is breathtaking.