her spirit gently leaves
ascending to the sky.
Carried on the northern light
with painted wings she takes her flight
rising into the dark blue night.
She rests herself on a silver moon
where shining knight will find her soon.
A wishing star
from a far
sends her home,
in the morning she is not alone.
Should I expose myself with words
break down the walls and bury the sword,
a dead woman woke up in my sleep
she was sad and longed for her long lost life
remembering what she could have done
her cowardliness had somehow won
the help was dressed as death,
and new life filled her breath.
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