That face you gazed at,

On the Isle,

Snow fleeting eyes,

heart thumping-

on a trial,

breath muffled-

To the chest,

Like ambers-

laid to rest,

Standing straight, insight-

Feet failing, every time,

She catches an eye,

A boy’s, one who’s

Fainting bears turned-

White unlike an hair dye,

His face wrapped

Like colours on map,

With blues of life-

muffled breath,

sticking to the-

core of his chest.

She seizes that moment,

That face, that breath,

For one last time,

Before skeletons and white,

Pretty angels and light,

Would dance in her sight.

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