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Her heart of gold,
His eyes of silver,
Their fates intertwined as one.

He was a caged bird,
Forever without freedom,
But she was his heaven,
His escape from his life of rules.

She had freedom,
Too much of it.
He kept her grounded.
He helped her focus.

She was his angel,
He was her knight,
They lived for each other,
Not even a separate thought.

One night,
When the stars shined bright,
She was on their home’s porch,
Their baby girl in her arms.
He was on his was home,
His muscles sore from the task.

Coming from the path,
A man approached her.
He had seemed friendly.
Suddenly from his sleeve,
A knife appeared.
Before she could react,
The knife entered her heart.
She died,
Their daughter soon followed.

Sensing something wrong,
He hurried home,
And was met with the sight,
Of two bloodied bodies.
One of his wife,
The other, his newborn baby girl.

Filled with sorrow and rage,
He took off in search of their killer.
Deep in the woods,
He finally stopped.
Bursting with sadness,
He fell to his knees,
And sobbed.

The same man approached,
Wielding that same knife,
And came and took,
The man from his life.

She was his angel,
He was her knight,
They lived for each other,
But died apart.

Her heart still of gold,
His eyes still of silver,
Their fates still intertwined,
Even in death.