Her rags become whole again,
As an ebony dress, beautifully woven,
Wraps around her frame.
Her cuts close, her bruises fade,
The aching pains that were her life have gone away,
Never to inflame.
Her boundaries are long gone,
As now she dances alone beneath the cold sun,
Of her empty world.
Her death is far behind her,
Only a distant memory remains of Earth,
As her wings unfurl.
*She flies, finally free,
But alone, her heart must freeze.*
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Her rags become whole again,
As an ebony dress, beautifully woven,
Wraps around her frame.
Her cuts close, her bruises fade,
The aching pains that were her life have gone away,
Never to inflame.
Her boundaries are long gone,
As now she dances alone beneath the cold sun,
Of her empty world.
Her death is far behind her,
Only a distant memory remains of Earth,
As her wings unfurl.
*She flies, finally free,
But alone, her heart must freeze.*
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