She was my heavenly ray of ghost-like light
Illuminating my reflection through the night
Yet our child, Misunderstanding ripped to parts
The dawning dancing of our once constant hearts
Now I alone, shrouded by November lawns
Of drifts of snow, pure and cold like midnight swans
The mover of the autumn leaves is but cold
The coffee shops are no more quaint, but old
She blasted me with wild winters rage too soon
Making deaf the dancer, mute the stirring tune
The gods rejoice, my destiny is shuttered
In labyrinths where her soul never fluttered
Let ravens gorge her flesh, pick her bones apart
In that cold graveyard, her solitary heart.
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