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Her blood stained figure on the wall.
Blends with time as new souls fall.
Remnants of her dismal shroud.
Calls' forth to death's beginning, aloud.
Now the blood falls as the tears.
Which she cannot drown for many years.
As her time comes to her end.
At this, her souls morbid friend.
Her family watches like gods but do not comprehend.
That in her dismal end, she will be reborn again.
And they, like all their fears.
Cry out as darkness nears....