The day she died,
she died alone,
Out alone,
in cold winter snow.
The day she fell,
she fell and broke,
She fell and broke
where no one could tell.
The day she drowned
in crystal clear waters,
She bloodied those waters,
with mermaids around.
The day she lost
her soul to the river,
with her lover she drowned,
in waterlogged armour.
The day she left,
the tears unheeded,
Away from land so lovingly seeded,
with pain and death, and grief bereft.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
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