he found her love
but lost her form
she was the wasteland,
the dream lord
she turned and saw
him awakened
in this realm of death
she rots the room, corrupts
once used, now left
a withered flower
in matted black
his head stayed hidden
like the berry
burning safe inside
you must bring another
to tell the tale
of how she ran
gazelle formed, swift
the spear was thrown
she fell, he froze
obsidian cold
and lost
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