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this poem is called Circles

a circle drawn with gratest care
protects my world and all in there
a howling wolf before my door
warns of the raven "nevermore"

the circle is broken by a dream
let all the gods and demons in
a batle on the edge of time
will burn to shred the weary mind

fly apon the demon's back
wander on the demons track
to hades forth
to hades forth
into the black

breaking bones and ripping flesh
learning how to live through death
broken on the wheel of life
to wisdom is the sacrifise

a circle must be drawn again
completed by the very dream
a battle on the edge of time
will burn and purify the mind

fly apon the dragon's back
wander on the demon's track
to hades forth
to hades forth
into the black