In the hollow shell of the tree burnt black
he found her bones placed on a stack
Her skull was buried underneath them all
for that is how the prideful fall
When he knelt down in her ashes and lies
he dug a pool for the tears ran dry
he wrote her a name in broken branches
as he waited for the fireflies dances.
As the rest soon appeared, he took her hand
forced her remains to move and stand
whispered a few silent words, then let her go
her scattering bones marked the end of the show
Then there were clouds; then there was dawn
both the whispers and the men were gone
All that was left were the droplets of dew
in the empty eyes of the girl no one knew
(Well some more poetry I guess. This has a lot more imagery than my last one I think. I kinda like it actually. I dunno its weird.)
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