Somewhere in the shadow
he is waiting there for me.
With the sun shining sliding low
I walk forward to the tree.
Down deep past the dark dank ground
my love awaits, left sitting silently
waiting patiently for me to come around.
My death will come, as it did for he
my time is up, destined to end violently.
His hand reaches out to stop the blade of steel
but his loss is too much for me
and the pain of living only far too real.

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