Take my hand, I'll lead you in,

To see what none have before.

Careful now, touch not the walls,

The glass may shatter.

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Sing your words to soothe the mind,

Cradle comfort and trust of soul.

Do not stray away from me,

Though some fanciful calling invokes

A sweet and stolid yearning.

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Don't pull away, from my hand,

This task tortures me more than you.

Listen to these words,

Hear not the mournful cries,

Nor feel the trepidations.

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Follow close, avert your eyes,

For once in life see my face.

Now lift your hand

And swear to me,

Never touch my heart.

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Walk straight down this encrimsoned path,

I no longer may lead you.

Keep your face forever forward,

Stray not the slightest into the abyss.

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The subtle vibrations, of your journey,

Resonate throughout my body,

Slowly, though, I feel you stray,

Shattering the crystalline barriers.

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Pray remember your words,

Touch not my impuissant heart,

For you have already razed its walls.

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I feel you know, reach out a hand

No doubt gazing in wonderment at what you see,

A bitter heart crafted of onyx,

Shrouded harshly for protection.

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With a touch, you cause the crack,

The catalyst for my destruction.

I trusted you to remember your promise:

"Never touch my heart."

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Yet as you flee,

Pursuing into the abyss some specious Siren

Singing her song of seduction,

I remember now, the reason for my heart's shroud:

Promises are but words written eternally upon the wind.