you wrapped me in a white shroud,
carried me,
up the steps,
light as butterfly wings,
scabbard worn,
down a long, stretching, hallway,
where you tried to say goodbye,
so I could sleep,
deep within the hall of dreams,
starlight, dropping from my eyes,
I wasn't awake,
to see you hesitate,
before laying me down,
roses blooming on my forehead,
hot, you looked up,
and they, shook their heads,
gray robes, blue-black glass eyes,
fury gathering in their shadows,
you looked down, hand on my stomach,
petals, footsteps, petals,
then no more,
the stairs returning,
winding away into the dark,
and you, sighed, striking a lantern,
- home.
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