It, was scarlet in a unholy way.
She would sit at the pedestal everyday.
Once, she would stand. Batting her eyes,
And bow for she knew his demise.
Was his…
Walk the steps to the sky.
Feel the wind made on thy.
Hold the dear to its need.


Bend the need.

Walking the plains she found her way.
Waiting for the time of the day.
It was all in her eyes.
She bowed and wanted to demise.
Him.


Walk the case to, the end.
Wait for him,
Wait for him.

She, would never hold his heart.
She would never see his art.
For she never,
walked to the steps to the sky.
Felt the wind made on thy.
Hold dear to its need.


Bend the need.

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