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A keeper of secrets.
A holder of souls.
One thread on the line,
Friends hang in the balance.
One slip of the tongue,
Unleashes hellfire.
The fate of two hung out to see,
The keeper, the holder
Oh no! That's me!
Set into motion.,
Words run hot,
Tempers blaze with battle glory.
Trapped in the midst,
My own fault to blame.
Emotions run cold,
Like ice in my veins.
Waves of black wash over my head.
Such sharp, cutting guilt,
I must be dead.
Though things work through
And the battle is won,
(No one lost in the fires,)
The salt of the sea
Has settled in my veins.
Keeper of secrets.
Holder of souls.
My treasure to keep.
My curse to uphold.
So many threads on the line.
Too many friends full of trust.
The curse is held on,
No matter myown cost.