Laced with eloquence;
she glides along the dusty riverbed,
One blood rose in her hair and the funeral flower in her hand.
Ebony trails lash at the flaky ground
Disturbing nothing they had found.
Tonight is the funeral night;
The one night where her beloved came to die
And all those monsters
All those monsters she hides inside came out to cry.
Raging agony pours from her open mouth.
Screeching like midnight owls she falls to the ground and fights to keep her heart alive.
Her monsters, in the anguish, pull her down into her deepest depths and show her how it feels to die.
She is pale faced and full of grace
But her heart says otherwise.
The man at her side lays motionless and soundless
A shell of himself.
Every memory he held has been stolen by the cold hands of murder
Every thought he had locked away for safe keeping has been snatched by criminal hands
The hands of the one he loved eternally.
The seductress turned to murderess in the heat of dying sunlight
Crashing and smashing love hearts into fragments and splinters
Releasing rage into her lover's skin like lava.
Stabs of knife flew from her hands
Smashing his heart into shards and specks
Turning her heart into ice and stone, black as moonless sky without motion.
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