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The Price To Pay
This blackness wrapped around my soul will never go away,
It's blind eternal torture is the price that I must pay.
These prison bars are forged from lies, it's walls from infamy,
To pace these floors, and corridors, my endless destiny.
I shall not blame naivety, or ignorance, or youth,
My own desires have always been the arbiters of truth.
I've cast out Love and swallowed Sin, the both to wild excess,
But now the Ghosts want reckoning, and seek their just redress.
My scarred accusers stand in line, each clothed in innocence,
While I crawl naked, through the filth, stripped bare of all defense.
No mitigation may I claim, and no excuse provide,
This dungeon built, upon my guilt, is where I must reside.
I write these words as warning, for this is now my fate,
That you might benefit from them, before it is too late.
So tread your path with honesty, with kindness, and with grace,
Or join me in these halls of hell, for that is what you face.
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poem
by
Owain Glyn
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