Broken Darling by Luke McGill
Burning Dust
Carried miles by the wind
Cold Long Gust
Will it help me to mend
The shade makes me secure
My shield from the Twisted
Heartbreaks cure
But the light is consumed by the misled
Gaze at the Ring
Hoping its a truth
The last thing that makes me King
Of my own little booth
If the rings returned
Then I return as a useless punk
With the Thought my stomach turned
and my hopes sunk
Hope for a chance
a Broken Darling to be wed
A time to dance
Though Last time I bled