How sad is the world, when children dream of blood. And mighty men, are shrank to theives, and angels carry blessed vows upon their feathered wings. But one was slain and dragged away, by the trembling arms of Hades. As Youth forbade a dismal quest and sent away Her captors. To love a sullen, dreary quest. And all has left. And here it is, for I have lived, but am nearly dead.

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