Walking through cold dissolute hallways
Corridors of age upon her face
Closed doors illuminate,
The beauty of one to be displaced
Timorous and consecrated
To the position of defeat
The pallid portrait of her face
Echoing your dismay replete
Comfort in ceremonial practice
Subsistence; fed
The flame, brilliant, blithest
Extinguished; dead
The light
The remembrance
The dusk
That embraced it.
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