Death and Beyond
Hours transpired like every other day.
Perched on the trees, sparrows chirped,
keeping the dreadful silence at bay,
and sunlight across the land, whipped.
Laid there on the grassy lawn,
was a lovely lass dressed in a corset.
Smelling the blossoms like a fawn,
enchanted was she by nature's best.
Up the hill ran a hysterical lad,
his face as white as a sheet,
shattered her heart to more than just a shard,
and made her swoon to her feet.
Minutes rolled to hours, and hours to days,
and there she sat like a stone.
With her eyes so lifeless and cold,
her once rosy lips now as dry as a bone.
Draining her blood was her soul,
turning her visage as of a ghoul.
Neither did she eat, nor drink,
as she stooped over life's brink.
Deep down was an endless bottom,
which her rotting psyche couldn't fathom.
The day came when her eyes lit up,
like a hopeless spark in a dark cavern.
She let go and set her eyes on the stars afar,
and said "I'll be there wherever you are".
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