Dark shadows on the endless seas,
no one can ever walk with thee,
For you are pale and cold as stone,
and yet, such loveliness, you own,
To taunt and tease the souls of men,
it seems your cunning has no end,
the innocence of maiden's fair,
entwined as flowers in your hair.
Each one who hoped for true st love,
was struck so swiflty with your blade,
And all the shards that bloody lay,
upon the sands, to Hade's claim.
Each broken heart shall sink beneath,
the rotting grottoes of the deep.
Dear Angeline, you'll never cease,
with Fate and Death as company.
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