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A Rose Bound
In the labyrinth there’s a castle,
where a bed of roses lie,
thick and bright and color-strewn,
arching turrets to the sky.
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I see you there, in my sleeping mind,
a shadow in the brightest light,
cloaked in crimson, rich as blood,
beckoning me in from coming night.
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Come to me, come to me,
your voice echoes low on the wind,
come to me, come to me,
to our story now, we must tend.
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Come to me, run to me,
gasping, my heart begins to pound,
come to me, find love with me,
become the rose to which I’m bound.
moonstonemaiden 