He promised her the skies
Griffin wings even, eternal flight
But she wasn’t invincible
Or capable of well wishes
Each step she made
Painted her trails a deep red
He wanted to recover her
But he couldn’t, he did try
Death should be worth it,
She thought to herself
Slowly she stiffened
The dandelions praised the air
Bells, chimes danced with grace
Over the sound of sky engines
She was all wax, just wax
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