A solid Heart …
No one can come in….
The Tears that led you
To where she lay
A river of crimson red flow before you
As you wonder why

The golden strands that flow from her head
Remind you of an angel
Underneath a dark spell
Unbroken and uncast
Just there as any other

Mended by a single kiss
From someone she loves
A choice of life and death…
Lay before her
Of Which she will not have the power to change

Her hand reached out as if to touch something
Only to find there was nothing
An Empty space
A similar feeling
Filled her heart

A choice
….
A Choice which will decide upon her life
And
….
Her Death

 
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