This is the last one
the life embraced
the forgotten angels
and their sighs of relieve
the lonesome spirit
and the season's eye
all feel the tension
when ties are severed
and the light is bright
the howling wolves
and silent owls
come forth to witness
the child found
along the river
left to the winter
and the coldest ice
the heart now frozen
its eyes tell a tale
of slow demise
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