A door almost closed,
whispers a majesty.
Her ending only throws,
A wilt, to distance between.
As was spoken through,
a darkness that couldn't stand to be.
Told to a beggar,
who wouldn't spend suffering.
She'd be a dove,
black eyed and waiting.
Waiting for the red whine sea to be free,
to orphans,
at last,
cast out to vultures.
By a careless world's hand.
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