Ode: To the Tortured Heart...



O thou human heart held captive by the Vulcan soul!

It cries, it laughs, it smiles, but thee does not show.

It aches, it yearns, it sighs, but thee slaps it away.

It screams, it moans, it whispers, but thee are deaf.

Close tightly, strangle, crush the life out of it as surely as a

pillow stifles air. Don't allow it to breathe!

O thou tormented heart beaten by thy jailer's soul!

Live, wait, watch, be wary!

Time comes, goes, there will be victory!

There is a weakness in the iron grip.

Time is thy friend, thy jailer's enemy.

Then thou kindest, gentle heart...

then thee will sing at the cast off chains.



T'Kuht

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