They were drawn to her darkness.
Like moths to a flame.
But her flame was cold.
But her flame was cold.
Dark.
Deep.
But still they came.
They looked in her eyes
and saw their own reflections.
Never feeling the chill.
Until the day they did.
Always surprised.
How could you?
When did you change?
When did you change?
She never had.
She always was.
She always was.
They just never saw.
Blinded by the dark.
Blinded by the dark.
But still they came.
Thirsting for her.
Mistaking her depth for salvation.
Never realizing they were drowning.
Dark.
Deep.
Deep.
Cold.
The heroes determined to rescue her.
The poets dying to woo her.
The lovers wanting to reach her.
Let them come.
She would take them all.
She would take them all.
Dark.
Deep.
Deep.
Cold.
Eternal.
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