He leans down
And gently kisses the cold lips
Of his precious Marionette,
And Life burst forth
As flowers bloomed,
And the Angels wept in joy
For such a beautiful doll.
And through her locks of obsidian,
He trailed pale, bruised fingers
As her stilled heart beat
And she took a breath,
And lived
Through Death
For her one and only Love.

And I absolutely love the last line.



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