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She stood there -
Long, flowing locks, black as crow's feathers
Just a blur in the musky fog.
A patched mahogany dress she wore,
Tattered and worn by Father Time.
She stood there -
Looking at a grave
Before kissing it with her finger
Wrapped by blood, she turned around
Eyes green as emeralds
She turned around, and smiled at me
A sinister smile, begging me to come closer.
A step forward, a step back
Turning, hair in the breeze, a joyful gesture.
Fleeing into the Unknown -
An oak tree borders the fog
I stood there
Wondering
Have I seen a passing;
Or has the fog hazed my mind?
Long, flowing locks, black as crow's feathers
Just a blur in the musky fog.
A patched mahogany dress she wore,
Tattered and worn by Father Time.
She stood there -
Looking at a grave
Before kissing it with her finger
Wrapped by blood, she turned around
Eyes green as emeralds
She turned around, and smiled at me
A sinister smile, begging me to come closer.
A step forward, a step back
Turning, hair in the breeze, a joyful gesture.
Fleeing into the Unknown -
An oak tree borders the fog
I stood there
Wondering
Have I seen a passing;
Or has the fog hazed my mind?
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