The dawn of waking whispers, the dead of twilight day,

She closes tears and hopes, that pain may fade away,

Honey lashes shiver, in despair she can’t forget,

And ruby sequins slither, as tears past cold regret.

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A myth of dark desire, that makes a candle cry,

A place a child screams higher, vainly hoping still to fly,

And as dawn enfolds her sweetly, garnet jewels she lonely weeps,

For finally she’s safe, as eternal she now sleeps.