My little nudger finally born
Only to be taken away
With myself on death's door
Is she there?
Warm in my arms?
Oh no
Oh no
Way too hot now
I feel I resemble a pile of ashes
Voices say otherwise
I know I've see bluer skies
But only with weak human eyes
I open my new book
And see things clearer than air
And every single strand
Of perfect Renesmee hair
Danger comes from a traitor
Now they've come to trial
The accountable murderers
They themselves consider vile
In the end all is well
No one but treachery
Burning in it's hell
Free to live happily ever after
In this world of depression and laughter
Where we can live and love
Forever.
The End
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I own nothing
