Descriptions of a Heart that Does Not Beat

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 I would have asked you ...to play the game of power lost,
  of trampled pride, then power gained again.I could have handed you the rules
  then changed them just the same.For when I play,
  I win and double-chain the shame.For dinner I'll have power
  bluish-green re-incarnation of a knight once fallen.
  As a desert I will use lies to win a futile fight
  for sight -a sight that once was stolen.
  So long ago,I still believed that stars were made to wish upon.
  Then someone killed my dreams,and broken-hearted I escaped
  to fade.But fade in a black power,
  manipulating lost promises to curses gained.
  Then finally, in mist I saw my hand tore out my soul and with it paid
  for a dark red cushion of crushed velvet
  where pieces of my heart were laid.

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