A heart so gray, torn apart
"Dream of me," she said;
hold her close, a glowing art
as her wrists stain in red.

The eyes of death, so cold and black,
a hurt that never showed
you lost her once and can't turn back;
now pale where she once glowed.

A raven among us, locked up and hid
her fears were so transparent
and so accept the farewell she bid;
her fate becomes apparent.
 
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