There was a magnificent light
around her shield
shinning brightly behind those lips sealed
Living in her, were many histories
forgotten and untold
of days, of memories, new and old
She patched her wounds
with wander dust and dreams
hiding myseries of fate and dreadful screams
She saved the best of her
for whom she never found
even after growing her intentions with no bounds
The holes in her torn soul
mirrored everywhere his picture
could this bring back her heart's fixture?
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