Shackles..

It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath. --Aeschylus

When a man takes an oath... he's holding his own self in his own hands. Like water. And if he opens his fingers then - he needn't hope to find himself again. --Robert Bolt

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Shadow of love you haunt as i slept
Retracing roads of ancient world
Of song forgotten --- of deadened flame
I bleed, but spread not your darkness
That I may surrender to oblivion
The utopia of my dreams
The pigments of my existence
The fire of my essence
Let free my soul from iron --- fetters
Of fear, of anguish, of withered passion
Lest, I die...