She walked along the rivers bend and there she saw a face,
A face she never saw before but still she stopped her pace.
She looked at her into her eyes whoes sheer was crystal blue,
And then she walked oh so closer to the rivers hue.
And as she walked to the end the face began to glow,
But when she neared the rivers end the face began to low.
She ran up to the rivers bend and peered within the water,
She plunged her hand, moved about, reached around, and caught her.
But when she saw what she caught she let go with gasp,
For that unfamiliar face was her, drowning with a laugh.
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In the woods, a blank child sits,
As birds scream and dead leaves fall.
The child, torn with clothes in bits,
Listens for her Seraphs call.
A crow of allure lands in her view,
Deceptions gaze pierces her mind.
Its eyes flash with an orange hue,
And beckons the rest of its kind.
Still, the child patiently waits,
While vultures crave her essence.
She knows the vicious are irate,
At all her acquiescence.
At last the resonance is heard,
And the child rises at its cry.
Fierce eyes of blue engulf the bird,
Forcing the enticement to the sky.

Complete, the child kneels and begins to pray,
While in secrecy, wishes the birds to stay.
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