She stands on the edge of a cliff,
wind blowing through her long mane of hair
and pulling her thoughts downward.
The long blades of grass
sit hesitantly on the surface
and appear to vibrate with the excited green
but everything has darkness
hidden beneath its shell of beauty.
The sky turns to molten ash
and becomes the graphite-colored
that float enticingly below.
They call out to her-
ask her to sing a beautiful melody
to lull them to sleep,
but the calls soon become
so loud they deafen the heart beat
raging inside her.
The sky ignites
with sharp blades of electricity
that penetrate the cliff's surface.
She is gone,
and the rocks fall silent.
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