Crimson war banners billowing in torrent wind
Underneath the skeleton of an wise oak
She lays in a bed of a willow's miseries
drinking the sap of ancient reveries
slivered snow, lacy ebony slate
the flakes whisper, but she already knows
and takes her relief in the overcast sky
lessons branded upon the flesh
healed scars of trite lovers' spars
desire to be with no one but the stars
draped in rich mahogany
armor, shelter, sanctuary
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