A Morose Rune

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Blinded by thoughts

Fear of the lights

Wrapped in darkness

Starving from oblivion

Caught up in the wind

Flown away in the sky

Over dark clouds and showers

Still whimpering, intact.

The merciless firmament

Screaming down at

" Wake up, you wench!

There'll come another shining light"

Tired and withered

Crying out aloud

Crippled in agony

A delusional world

Staggered in penury, defying herself.

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