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Runes she carves

From the mourning depths

A spell for her fallen

To rise again

A messenger comes flying

Black as the night

And sits by her side

With quivering wings

A warning song sings

The gates are shut

The strings are cut

They traveled and entered the nether

On a dragons feather

Suffering is for the hearts that beat

The secrets they bleed

And the sentence laid out for them

Pure at birth

Yet bound to earth

Hollowed by fears

Possessive tears

Their light has left

The gates are shut

Your charms betray

A web they weave

Deceive and turn

To swell this grief

But sorrow and pain

leave words in vain

By the graves

End her days

A gray, pale light

Within a maze

The strings are cut but not entwined

And sleep they shall now never find