She lies in a crumpled form on the cold bare ground,
While deafening silence drowns out all other sound.
Life drains slowly away from the small helpless thing
As the world mourns for it will no longer hear her sing.
The pool of blood glistens in the moonlight
While above the stars whisper their secret on this cold wintry night.
The wind covers her body in a formless invisible shroud
And the trees cover their ears, for the silence is growing too loud.
The demons craved for her body and preyed upon her life,
Until her lifeline was sliced by that subtle knife.
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