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A HEART SHAPED COULDRON
a heart can beat though slashed in half,
After times like this yew wonder how you'll luagh,
That one room with a meadow,
The only one without shadow,
holds deep inside it's woods,
A couldron full of good,
a name inscribed in its ruby red shine,
Heart shaped gold and without devine,
The old dark king rode to her presence,
fromt that time and before this hapiness was emence,
Out of the room and up through the castle,
For the first time she say the sky colored pastle,
the oldman took her to the city,
in the middle of the square she was pitied,
"A GIFT" he proclaimed,
sending the poor couldron to her shame,
For many years she was marveled at,
and many more years she sat and sat,
soon she saw the people she sat by,
had so much reason to hate their lives,
A little girl grew ill,
a sickness that could not be taken care of by a pill,
the young couldron understood the prayer,
and spouted from her hollow chamber a golden layer,
the liquid spelled drink,
the little girl lived, saved on the brink,
word of the golden liquid grew,
Soon everyone wanted a taste of the magical brew,
The king from the past,
amazed that how she had last,
"take her back at ounce!"
the townspeople argued for months,
for piles of gold she sold her soul,
and the less she had the more she grew old,
for every coin she didn't bring,
a unicorn slayn, responsible the king,
evil ones came for her brew,
soon evil and hate well she knew,
in pain and misery she beat on,
and in her beat a song,
Now with only peices of her left,
She was covered in scratches and rust, a mess,
still she was young,
but experienced far far beyound,
When finally her energy ran less,
the old man cursed her to her death,
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She brews ounce again,
Though he hurt her, she learned from the old man,
Now love and compassion brew in her pot,
Her scars are still there but ugly they are not,
in her short lifetime she witnessed horrible things,
not reliezing she wasn't the one to sing,
Now buried in blood and flesh,
she beats and beats,
Growing from her before life,
and now and only now does she relieze why...
she kept beating beating beating inside,
for she was....
A HEART SHAPED COULDRON..... <3
a heart can beat though slashed in half,
After times like this yew wonder how you'll luagh,
That one room with a meadow,
The only one without shadow,
holds deep inside it's woods,
A couldron full of good,
a name inscribed in its ruby red shine,
Heart shaped gold and without devine,
The old dark king rode to her presence,
fromt that time and before this hapiness was emence,
Out of the room and up through the castle,
For the first time she say the sky colored pastle,
the oldman took her to the city,
in the middle of the square she was pitied,
"A GIFT" he proclaimed,
sending the poor couldron to her shame,
For many years she was marveled at,
and many more years she sat and sat,
soon she saw the people she sat by,
had so much reason to hate their lives,
A little girl grew ill,
a sickness that could not be taken care of by a pill,
the young couldron understood the prayer,
and spouted from her hollow chamber a golden layer,
the liquid spelled drink,
the little girl lived, saved on the brink,
word of the golden liquid grew,
Soon everyone wanted a taste of the magical brew,
The king from the past,
amazed that how she had last,
"take her back at ounce!"
the townspeople argued for months,
for piles of gold she sold her soul,
and the less she had the more she grew old,
for every coin she didn't bring,
a unicorn slayn, responsible the king,
evil ones came for her brew,
soon evil and hate well she knew,
in pain and misery she beat on,
and in her beat a song,
Now with only peices of her left,
She was covered in scratches and rust, a mess,
still she was young,
but experienced far far beyound,
When finally her energy ran less,
the old man cursed her to her death,
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She brews ounce again,
Though he hurt her, she learned from the old man,
Now love and compassion brew in her pot,
Her scars are still there but ugly they are not,
in her short lifetime she witnessed horrible things,
not reliezing she wasn't the one to sing,
Now buried in blood and flesh,
she beats and beats,
Growing from her before life,
and now and only now does she relieze why...
she kept beating beating beating inside,
for she was....
A HEART SHAPED COULDRON..... <3