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

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