Two boys bid her choose
Which one will live and stay,
The other dies by her hand, a dagger’s silver blade.
She chooses, instead,
To turn it on herself,
A dagger’s blade flashes into her heart,
Blood flowing onto her breast.
The dagger clenched in her hand,
The boys both painted with fear,
She sinks to the floor and smiles,
They both
Hold her hand
In death.
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