Hidden where the spirits loom

Their shelters torn and tattered

Ethereal beings meet their doom

Lost souls about are scattered

Perched upon her marble tomb

Her body broken, battered

No pleasure left, all consumed

A life once whole, now shattered

In the dank and misty gloom

The shadow of a figure lies….

….Darkness prevails when an angel dies

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