It's sturdy, dense, and heavy; it's all covered in locks
An aura emanates, sometimes light and sometimes dark
I took it with me, and saw it's presence to be interminable, like the song of a lark
More than anything I wanted to open it, but the seams were sealed shut
I couldn't slice the chains open no matter how much I cut
I fought and fought until I reached exhaustion
I never knew my desires were so Faustian
A moment from death, I'd found my design
To accept the unobtainable, and face the malign
No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget No matter how many lives that I live I will never regret
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