The lone maiden,
Walked along the edge of the shore-
Tho’ thoughts were laden,
And her frail body, a lifeless corpse—
She walked along the edge of forever,
Within the darkest of depths-
Her lifeless body and thoughts, severed,
An ill presence is all that’s left—
Her frail body, lies on the deep-sea floor,
Whilst the atrocious waves above create the ocean-
She is but a mere dream, for life is no more,
Just a cycle of death, within treacherous motion..
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