She Is

Her eyes are moon and stars
leading lost children safely home
from the faerie realms and the embrace
of wicked witches
Her veins are filled with music
not blood
cut her wrists and lullabies spill forth
to calm even the most troubled
and shattered of souls
Her heartbeat is poetry
words carelessly whispered
in the dead of night
and passed from the lips of lovers
Her bones are armor
worn only by the bravest of knights
who go off to war
against dragons and troll kings
Her soul is a flame
keeping wild animals at bay
from wayward travelers at night
and giving warmth during long, hard winters
She is my destruction
but I wish I had held her in my arms
as that last breath escaped her parted lips

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