She paces down the coastline.

Her dress drags through the foam.

And to the sea she adds her tears,

as she searches for a home.

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Still she scans the horizon,

though her eyes no longer see.

Her fingers rest against her chest,

and in their grip, a key.

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A faded cloth that clings upon

the hair that once was gold,

cruelly whips about her face.

Her blood flies 'cross its folds.

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It drips upon the ragged dress,

that now shares battle's hue.

Through rain and wind she wanders on:

her fairy tale come true.

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