The Lost gather round, a trickster they found. In the darkness between, with malice unseen.
Promise new form, promise it's warm.
With the Lost beguiled, The trickster smiled.
Should have thought twice. For, there was a price.
Freed, but no freedom.
To offer them form and give them life, she imposes her will and brings about strife.
The Lost gather round, a trickster they found. In the darkness between, with malice unseen. Promise new form, promise it's warm. With the Lost beguiled, The trickster smiled. Should have thought twice. For, there was a price. Freed, but no freedom. To offer them form and give them life, she imposes her will and brings about strife.
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