Finding herself in this landscape of darkness
Losing herself in the voice of the past
Her eyes track the tears she once cried for her death
But she can't comprehend or remember their fall
She's locked up, alone, in the thing she's become
Her soft tongue caresses the fangs she was given
Yet she doesn't quite know the source of this hunger
This want to replace the blue twilight with fire
Her cross is enough to protect from herself
But not quite enough to keep out the dark
The sadness still finds the way to her eyes
And keeps them the blue of the sky she has lost
Bronze trophy winner
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