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Reflection of Protection
She danced, clad in black
Crimson rose petals crushed beneath her feet
Tears for everything she lacked
The world had left her in deceit
Bound by golden, silver threads
Thorns cut obscure puncture wounds
Now was the time for retired death
As though the words were spoken too soon
Dark rain fell from the evening sky
The moon watched in silence
Time to leave this world of lies
She couldn't stand the violence
In everything a heart could hold
A mind full of recollection
Behold a story to be told
Of ones reflection of protection
