AlchemyA Poem by Ana B.a M.A.G.I.C. compilationRacing on the chariot of secrets And souls forsaken… Those corners of the Universe’s limits With no truth to be mistaken…
The Black Assassin holding his treasure Through the boulevards of time… Treasure with no price, treasure with no measure… Molded gold from hearts of wine
That breath of gold… Will it save me? Truth to be told I am my only enemy…
So it’s pointless to turn my heart to gold… Just trading stone for metal… So how can the coldest cold Give birth to the most delicate petal
Of virtue? © 2015 Ana B.Reviews
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