My life, he called me, and stole my very soul,
My life, he whispered, taking all control.
Who knows what treasures my dark lord has won,
My life, he called me, and my life is gone.
Things unspoken, a world I'd never known,
In eyes that spoke, all secrets were shown.
He stole my heart, a rogue, a thief of light,
My life, he called me, and vanished in the night.
What has become? Why tremble and fear?
I gaze in mirrors, ashamed to be here.
My peace he plundered, a guest now far away,
My life, he called me, and stole my yesterday.
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