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I met a man once,

And a very strange one at that,

He had a hat,

A hat so old it looked cracked,

He stalked the girls,

I thought that he had gone quite mad,

Eventually I forgot,

About that man with the old hat,

Until I found out,

That that old man with the hat,

Was old Jack,

Who was back to thrill once again.

I see a world of love and death,

I have seen a form of perfection,

Broken and trampled it spoke,

It spoke of a world of perfection,

With hands filled with awe I wrote,

Of all it told me in it's final fight,

With what was told I went to find,

Sadly unknown to me was the catch,

That perfection had a rare price,

That price I paid in full, oh a fool,

Now I find I want back my life.

In the Pitch Black, that was my Soul,

A Little Corner, Held a Little Light,

In that Light, There was a Might,

That Conquered, That Roared,

That Shook, That Ruled,

But it was Chained,

For it had Overtaken, Of a Gift,

That made a Man, Into a Ruler,

For it was Fear, That Controlled The Great,

Though it was Never Spoken,

It was Always Known, That Fear gave Power,

To Alexander The Great.

I danced a dance with Death, It was rather Vivid,

To see my fears, my likes, and my sins,

Painted in such a Horrific, yet Pure way,

I danced a dance with Death, But sadly I could not stay!