her shadow sheds eclipse upon the ebb
as rapture dwells within her darkest gaze
fixated while the world waits instead
for promises of light with heart cascade.
at this her tears begin thier venture slow
above below. Some say the ides of march
and yet beyond such range of search behold
the nature of her bosom's loving arch.
frozen within her soul, although the sun
within the world shines. Yet this blue rose
has blossomed true in conquest to become
the lonliest of numbers, wilting pose.
for in this shadow time fleeting awaits
for her hero, he must not hesitate.
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