Mason Carter Biography

It is as hurting to depart from thee,
As it is to find a kid begin' in street.
Thou are to me than a hundred me
Yet less than the struggle for liberty.
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Heavens rain the crimson tears.
Ebon bat loses its way back home.
Moments freeze and nights lengthen.
A soul trembles down in fear.
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Thorns mourn'd the depart'd roses,
And the roots cried their eyes out.
The soil flooded in tears,
And the gardeners slept dead.
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The winged Cupid held it high in the heavens,
Aromatic pedals of black roses in its odour.
Mesmerizing, bewitching and hypnotizing.
A spellbound soul on the Plutonian shore.
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In the castle's shadow, dim and deep,
Where silent hours in darkness creep,
A prince once bright, now cold and numb,
No sorrow stirs, no joy shall come.
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