Prophecy Answered: Beguiling the Goddess of Timing

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Portent a dream, mystics space; dear romantic creatures, hated, hurt, lost in reflections of false loves. You know you are not the only one that manifest sweet screams?

Constructing another sweet melodic therapy? Your screams seem to made of pure dreams, salted desires, a savory malady. How can a babe so sweet dwell in the sorrow befitting a haunted queen?

As an eternal cancelation prize, I must barter a new title. Would you deny my rise?

Care for a pact? If you choose sweetness and sincerity. In return I will grant you clarity of mind, a wish promised; a reunion with your inner child.

Oh, I can make good on one more thing, fealty from now to the end of time...

You see this wouldn't be the first time I was struck by a bolt. Oceans apart your childhood seems to have similar drone to that of mine.

If I resolve your entanglements, maybe fate will grant a remedy to mine?

A romance never proved isn't your loss, it is a greed, abuse to humankind.

Are you running a race, what is this really about? It would seem to me you cannot admit you're love for the eternal chase.

Goddess of Timing's beguiling, she lies one more time. Once you come down, shall we parse the loss, or dwell in this heavenly hell?

Sweet payroll is a bait too enticing for the wandering snakes. Remember the game you play is only won when a pawn is crowned queen.

A trifle in sincerity? All I can offer is a queen ransom in reciprocity.

You conceal your feelings and bury your true meanings, a love for the hedge maze, hide and seek; haunting propriety doesn't suit you.
So if you have it bad then, go on pick your pretty poison, or paradise.

You talk a good game, but I get the feeling your run is a bit mundane, a feign push, longing for the deep, a touch of madness, a whispered plea unanswered, and free.

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