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A gown black as night

Woven in patterns

With a heart cold as ice

She speaks through her threads

A needle guides her voice

There is nothing left 

Only the truth remains

Her tale needs to be told

Scars run deep, her beauty unseen

Nights turn black, mornings turn blue

Screaming out, without a sound

Autumn’s best work, the burial gown

Laid to rest 

On that rainy day

She descends downward

Her last good bye

No time for grieving 

She’s living in the grip of fear

Tonight’s decision

A grim plan because there’s no way out

Scars run deep, her beauty unseen

Nights turn black, mornings turn blue

Screaming out, without a sound

Autumn’s best work, the burial gown

“Now you’re at peace, the pain is gone, ashes to ashes, dust to dust”

Dark  clouds above, still remain

No time to waste, shes’s in fear

She fled that night, and hid away

Curled up to sleep, on her grave

There’s no way out