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Free Fall From A Well​-​Guarded Ivory Tower Into The Indistinguishable Hands Of Your Solicitors

by Wings Of An Angel

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She sleeps in her tower,
A silent, dreaming flower.
The years have passed her by,
But she has not aged a day.

Her skin is pale and fair,
Her hair is long and gnarly.
Her lips are red and sweet,
But they will never speak.

Her eyes are closed and still,
Her heart is still and still.
She sleeps and sleeps and sleeps,
And no one knows why.

Some say she is cursed,
Some say she is just a fool.
But I think she is just tired,
Of all the pain and all the rule.

Thus, She lies in bed, her hair unbound,
Her skin as pale as moonlight.
Her lips are parted, her breath is slow,
Her eyes are closed in sleep.

A hundred years have passed since then,
And yet she still does not wake.
The castle is in ruins, the gardens dead,
The kingdom in decay.

The people have long since given up,
And gone about their lives.
But still, they whisper of her,
The sleeping beauty in the tower.

Some say she is cursed,
Others say she is dreaming.
But no one knows for sure,
And no one dares to wake her.

For they fear that if she does,
She will bring the curse upon them all.
So they leave her be,
To sleep in her lonely tomb.

he sleeps, and all the world is still,
The castle walls are dark and chill.
The trees outside are bare and grey,
The wind is like a sigh of pain.

She sleeps, and all her dreams are dead,
Her hopes and joys are all but fled.
The world outside is full of strife,
But she is lost in sleep and dreams.

She sleeps, and no one comes to wake,
No prince to kiss her lips and break
The spell that binds her to her bed.
She sleeps, and all the world is dead.

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released August 21, 2023

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Wings Of An Angel Israel

My own identity feels like a construct, a collection of roles and personas worn like so many masks. Who am I, really?

Perhaps in the end, we are all just characters in someone else's novel, puppets dancing on strings we cannot see.
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