Darkness on Hold

Moonlight and Valentino,
Always called to me,
So I shunned them,
And grew a beard of woe.
Daisies rang me round,
And I showered them,
With gifts of silver and salt,
So that they licked it up hungrily,
And then I turned,
To take golden scissors,
And plunge them in my chest,
So that I might be reborn.
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