It wasn't the darkness of the sky or pitching of tones in a glossed echo under its moon.
An unveiling grim swept beneath her souls in a vivid existence leading her on to a rise.
With in a shadow of shadows in a quickening glimpse hitting her corner on eye to eye.
With in a hostility being taxed from every breath gasping her only unity as her heart beats on thru her chest.
Gasping out for a curtain in plead for a call.
Trees lay in wakening on the crippling fog.
Her only being had token its place in the intrude.
As the breaths begin to closer, her voyage ending its remark. Until once again she is set free from the walk.
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