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Wealth of cherishment

Languished to a new sordid past

For those who wish to see:

Thy stone will surely bleed

Kate Blood

At the riverside

Ostracized or elevated

A gravestone casting long shadows

Warm to the touch, weeping crimson

For lunar glares

Kate Blood

What harm befell her

For spells of transfixion weaved

To create a history

Dismayed and grim

Yet, this haunt is true

(this child’s) Sorrow ages from the year of two