Life becomes the widow woman
In whose tender grasp we flail
Like seedlings planted in the sand
Caught up in a whirlwind's gale

Pulled from root and sucked from stem
Into this void we wail
Where silence echos back within
Our purpose here to fail

Keep me now in this locket prize
To wear with glowing pride
A secret stashed and stowed to size
For only we'd know what you hide

Black and long we hold ribbons true
Dressed up to pry the night
Down from the sky to show the blue
Though we're sure we'll lose this fight

A dancing tide could not break
Upon such glassy shores
When mirrors glow where talons raked
Against such firmly shut doors

The widow woman laughs and spins
Where tomorrow she once again stands
Here it ends where it begins
We flowers bending in her hands

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