Cold whispers of memories safely keep
the secrets held within a stony heart,
so my deathly, dark soul you cannot reap
***
when entering into my deadened sleep.
Moonlit pale by a ghostly fright, chills start.
Cold whispers of memories safely keep
***
away old skeletons who quickly creep:
which, by morning light, will be torn apart,
so my deathly, dark soul you cannot reap
***
from this hallowed graveyard, buried too deep.
In this state, fearful truths cannot depart,
cold whispers of memories safely keep.
***
This frigid girl’s silence will never seep,
due magic only monsters can impart,
so my deathly, dark soul you cannot reap.
***
Scared by the sickly promise to repeat,
honest words stay frozen in this black heart.
Cold whispers of memories safely keep,
so my deathly, dark soul you cannot reap.
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