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Lover's bane

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A crime of hearts, a greater sin, to close ones heart from thee.
The empty shell, of lovers past, despite forever that was said.
This song be sung, forever and never, the heat ignited in lovers bed.
But fear be truth, of overnight stay, find her lover cold and dead.
Her scream thus rang, her cries in pain, for the blade of love did pierce her so.
He lie there dead, as cold as stone, no heart ,no beat, no breath just stone.
As days passed on, hear heart grew cold, the town soon called her crow.
her old pale skin, as folds did grow, wrinkled and cracked with age.
The tail was told, in song and tail, for years as "Lover's Bane" a lie of truth she only knew.
On her bed of death, her pen and paper wrote, pouring her lies onto the page.
"His blood on me, it stains my hands, as I write this last confession.
he took from me, my heart so pure, and shattered it with his lies.
So revenge I took, in one crossed night, His life did I thus take.
So this shall be, my last confession, this bitter crow thus dies."
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