Shackles of Wrath and Remorse

In shadows cloaked, a heart misled, Where love's pure light grew strangely dim, A path awry, where angels tread, To grace the night with sorrow's hymn. For shackled by her own design, Through years anon will echo cries, In penance 'neath the warden's sign, Beneath indifferent, watchful skies.

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