Your beauty will betray you.your step will falter and all that you believed will stand as a pile of ash.Naked on top of your mountains retreat, the cold december stars will shine down upon your ghostly pale.As your arms are raised in supplication or surrender there shadows cast long and dark,your voice so crisp in the still night air call my name and I will be there.
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