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She died over woodland tombs

Her body with fever

I dreamt she would find her way to clouds of redemption

The sun did not rise today but I feel the burning still

Like a way to honor her anguish or pass her spirit on

Our lives are too short to taste the nectar of gods

The scent of divinity

Still I drink the wine of virtue and toast the wishes of those before me

As we part I know for us both

That this storm will come to pass and avenge your funeral oath

It's been so long since we departed

Bells ring over the hill, almost as if time never started

This was your will

As water falls from the sky

I know your essence

My eyes swollen and dry

As I feel your presence

Blessed are those who atone in your blood