Cliffs stand on the edges of Earth
Water crashes below, yearning to be birth
Bellowing with winds and rain,
Heaps of Snow stacking like grain.
You are not to be here
Beloved, I am here
Longing to feel thyn swan dress
Beautiful silk, fitting for a beaut’s face
But whatever you must, stay away from the edge
for you are mine, For yore I pledge
Together we must intertwine
Not combine
Beloved!
Remember the smiles
Remember our moments in all miles
Who are you to take one last step…
“My husband…
Here I am to meet my end
To alas take my final step.”
“You may be my wife
But this not duly for life
Alive as you are
You must stay away far
Far from death
“Closer to you,
My husband, we will be reunited
Alas we will in just a second”
My end was pertinent
I never ascent
But right now, the angels will take you!
Our rings, your dress, your life, remember your virtues!
All will duly end without me!
Clarisse!
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