She creeps through the burdens of her long forbidden mess,
Whispering words of wisdom, she confessed.
Longing for that laughter in the dark.
That one ignited spark.
Counting down the days to their death,
The time, she will feel.her last breath.
Even when she is gone,
In spirit, she will be standing strong.
Over the hills, you will hear her laughing cries.
As it echoes, the sounds may dry.
Feeling a little high,
She flies across the skies,, spiritually lies.
A dark soul, she creeps, her way through.
A witchery, to her shadows, so blue.
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