Satin silk follows the heart but nothing beats as a Majestic fearless home that is alone standing in the windows of hope , the fall came as the wind followed the Autumn air, and the crisp smell of smoldering smoke that filled the wind fell upon the shadows of the ground, sounds of nothing but silence fell through the air in the Middle of that fall, and the song pretended to play as no one would listen, the home sat on the corner with the shadows of laughter that played there before and beneath the ground they say the could feel bleeding in the freezing autumn dew , and though no one knew the owner that had the home before , they say a little girl so lovely had lived in the Home before,
the doll house she had been not that of her own dolls she knew, something so different was it childish games who knew, they played a secret they said that no one else knew, she had a story to tell the little girl knew, she found her dreams where real , she found her home was hers, she found her silence in her Mind, she could not control nothing was hers, they say she was locked away for many years to be a prisoner of chance, nothing of chance it was her that locked her Mother away in the home from the world to keep her in silence but to hold her breath as though love lasted between the two ,
the sickness of the girl grew as she tasted freedom within the soul, the demons tormented her Mind, she was so loving don’t you know , they say you can hear the demons they all have a special name, they come to torment other people to give them their names, never fear nothing as though it may not be as though it where, how be it that you shown your fear, but its all that you heard.
can you not escape the freedom of the home , those that bound you in chains, given into the freedom of the little girl, as though she remained. some say she was born with the curse of the black wings, she grew as age became her name, nothing was without freedom and though she was just a child, time grew with her and she was that a torment to her family to her children allowed, silence grew as she was with her dreams sleeping as it may , she had her own life but the demons that torment would come out to play ,
the home that now sits and the curse that followed it in the night, grew as the demons took off in her dreams to come steal her life, she would wonder the abyss as silence within her soul , tormenting for freedom but nothing would ever come to take her home , her heart was light as the soul was black winged from the Mothers curse to take her wings back, she lived as though nothing was silent and though tears could never remain, the little girl had her prison though nothing she feared but it came to take her time, they say she had a number she was marked between heaven and hell in the abyss of the Sun, she gave her soul once to the devil he had a name that no one would know, he came to mark her hands and feed while she slept , she had her song in her breath , but in the end of time she march to take her life to her own bed,
the mention of time that remains as though the words find their home upon her back , she has a voice but the demons hide within the soul of the lack, the bones rot and fleshly smells find their peace, she still walks in the shadows of the white and upon the grounds of her feet. the home that sits in the corner today had a name within the walls of silence to take their life, it had become the chalice of the prisons and in the walls and windows of freedom to always come back, the life they once knew was between heaven and between hell, something drove the family within the wings of freedom not of this world not of this world it was something that was beyond the dead, they say now she has freedom as age came unto her flesh that bore her reason of pain, they say the Mother also had the gift , the gift she gave her child when she came upon this earth it remained, the curse was not that the Mother had placed upon the given of the child’s name, it was that of the Unknown they say no one will ever know their name.
as time goes on we may never find our home within our own walls, but they say now you can find the little girl as her mind gives her life and gives others a home, she has a light of angels hair and a dark wing upon her back her tongue will be made of poison and her tongue will never give lack, the heart that has eyes has its prison that of nothing within the song, the little girl always will be between the two worlds , the creature that lives inside will never grow old, the Mystery of the story is that we never will know within our own souls what remains as within the shadows of the doubt , we can only imagine what we have living within our own souls, we may never come back.
The fantasy that walks we only can speak upon the backs of time, the little girl has a name now , it is all within our own minds.”
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