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Tortured light shining brightly in the distance,

I reach out to save you and touch only air.

I see the redemption of my soul

in your never-ending glow.

If only I could hold you in my grasp.

The kiss of starlight plays a sweet melody

over skin as white as marble, hands as thin as hope.

A whispered prayer will never reach

the light I see before me.

Agony sweeps through a dying body

as I reach out once more.

Drawing closer and receding, always far from grasp,

one ghostly touch as my fingers brush through.

I will never find release until this light

shines brightly within my cold hands.

My redemption can only be found

in the flames of starlight.

I draw one last breath as I lose all hope.

The light, my redemption, refuses the evil

trapped and buried within my soul.