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Pauline Morris May 2016
The black veil has dropped
The beauty in the heart has stopped
The future is crystal clear
Only the darkness will be allowed to draw near
The light has been cast away
Thrown back to yesterday
It is more precious than a blackest pearl
As rear as the unicorn's horns swirl
This blackened veil that wraps up tight
No memories of ever having taken flight
Rest now child, over is the crimson fight
There is no longer wrong or right
There is only the veil
That hides everything so well

— The End —