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Where life is birthed to feed and to fuel
To devour and diminish, to be the crest of the tool
Fate becomes hate whispered in a voice reaped too late
Those whom grow stagnant become chained to weight
To stay or to flee become one in the same
Marred choices sow a life of which is reeked in shame
From one to another, a wish cast in gold
Come forth, seek the stars of old, witness a love long foretold
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Where one who stood to lose no more found the world offered before him with the gentlest hands and the tenderest fingers. These fingers, which possess the finest riches. These hands, which could bring forth the greatest delicacies. This offer, which is wreathed in power and bathed in the greatest glory. This world, which belongs to a man who stands before his kingdom as both its greatest slave and its proudest Prince. This prince, whom he could accomplish any feat for, no matter how unachievable or abstract all for the greatest gift of love.
Where another, who happens to stand in a place he could gain no more, discovers just how little he actually possesses before a light shines upon this new treasure. This treasure, which vastly outshines all the other riches any kingdom or earth could present. This jewel, which could offer more than any classical composition ever created. This enigma, which takes the form of a man. A man who he would love to spend the rest of his days learning every and all complexities about. This man who could offer a Prince a gift more precious than any he ever dared dream of… a gift. The greatest gift of love.
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A story long foretold in the writing of the stars of old.
A story of tangled vines and woven gold in a searing love.
The story of Edogawa Ranpo and Edgar Allen Poe.
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