She
She stands there still
Her crow black hair a shadow vagrant to the world
Her soul is chill
And plain to see, heralded by dark flag unfurled
Eyes colder yet
And yet their glances bring life once more to vacous shell
Alas this void of empty chances
Through which my pain and longing dances
Through fields of pain to dead romances,
And all the while she stood there laughing
Each crystal chord a deathly knell
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