The cold disdain in his eyes withered it forever; his cruel smile threw it into the well where hope is lost, and sadness breaks your soul. There your heart was smashed, broken, a thousand multicolored shards that quickly grayed; leaving only the stench of loneliness.
Within his ivory tower, atop an ivory throne, he laughs as he plays - turning hearts to crystal, he always loved the sound of crystal as it breaks. In the end, your feelings, emotions, hopes and dreams... how different are they from crystal? So easily shattered on a whim.
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