Leashed


In the recesses of your heart most remote
Surrounded by a vast moat of sorrow
A castle plays a host, to a guest within its throat
Guarded by a fleet of boats from here till tomorrow
Within the castle stands a beast
Made of deserted memories
Incinerated to a fiery humanoid form
And it’s knocking,
Knocking,
Swinging at those doors
Will you let it out?
Will you set it free?

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