She spends the night adrift; her thoughts come out to light,
in truth springs fourth whats new. Endless days and endless
nights spent in the lone of closure; thinks through a plan
of peace. In essence the darkness cannot escape her grasp
to shine a light on what is behind the mask of masks.
A revelation brought fourth in reassurance that it must
be as it should be; nevermore, the endless nights of sorrow
sings as a harmonic melody springs fourth from the ashes of
despair. In between the sorrow and in between the peace, small
moments to rejoice at the sight of the plumb-line, watching, as
Justice waves its rod of judgement.
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