Eloise


Eloise sitting in her long, dark gown
A portrait of poise
Grace at night.

Her silent tears marked a path
to what became fate
in a letter.

And in the lonely grey
of dawn's hopeless truth
She surrendered to her grief.

Eloise lying in her cold, dark decision
I placed a rose
Over wounds that wouldn't heal.

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