The cold wind rolls
Dragging clouds to cover the moon
A girl stands
All alone
She stands silent
As the wind whips her hair
She raises her arm
And the blade gleams silver in a sudden burst of moonlight.
She looks at it, smiles weakly, and ends everything.
She gives up with a wordless cry of pain
And the ground where she lay dying
Remains forever red.
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