The Voice.

The voice enchanted my soul from the dark depths of fear, of hell itself.  Sweet like the honey comb of the spring bees and torn with heartfelt sorrow, the voice came to me.  I was never the damsel in distress, but I would succmb to the voice that did nothing but call life to me.

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