Words wise, oft thick with sickly praise
malaise spills at her dark demise
and in those final hours she beckons,
nightfall, crooked finger calls.
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This halo tarnished, pious pride
held back, regret digs talons deep
and wide and far she searches longing
for one more chance at ever more.
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Again she watches as he turns
Each moment replayed thousand times
She burns and rages at the loss
This cross she bore, redeemers bride.
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The tears, cold fears, though seldom solace
Bring yet anger sweep away
A heart entwined, yet always empty
At last peace finds in sunset’s rays.
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She softens this last time as all
She was and is slow slips away
And summer days and grass that sways
Bid walk one last time until rest.
Afterwards 