Ophelia Clark

Wandering through this forsaken land
That I used to call my paradise
Has been reduced to all but sand
And air as cold as ice
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Sing with the wailing wolf
His head bowing to the heavens
as he cries to the moon
singing the story of the world
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Let your innocent soul descend into the depths
Of your own fears.
Welcome the Phoenix across the land
As every creature turns to die
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What is time
but a simple breath?
A tick, a tock,
or an endless death?
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Follow the mazes of a ballerina
You'll find no greater grace on Earth
Her toes are fragile glass
Her hands, fluid as water
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