In the forest,
Her corpse did rot.
In my heart,
My love did not.
And when her bones,
in the sun, shined,
I took her cold hand,
With mine it entwined.
Back in time,
One dark day,
Upon a rock,
Her head did lay.
Her blood screamed red;
Her skin screamed white.
In that place this very day,
She lays this very night.
She was beauty,
My skeletal love,
She was human,
yet my skeletal dove.
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