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Her Defeat
Blistered lips a fragile face
A most frightening place
Mace in her hand a locket hangs loose
of a time that never spoke of a noose
Traveling where she does not know
Holding a single love bird a flushed chest and a sight to behold
Death openly spoke of for she was lost in a never-ending fight
never meant to be fought
A gun held with crumbling hands leading aimlessly towards a frightening man
Clenched eyes and a tear for sorrow because at that point it lead to the marrow
Blood on her hands a locket held in the grip of the frightening man
A love bird lonesome and bright leads her into the light
This was her defeat
Her ending sorrow for the man most frightening at night was just the darkness that followed
