Originally posted by AresLover452
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He set down the raptor and sat for a while,
He thought he could still see the ghost of a smile
And the warmth in her limbs made it seem she was sleeping
Though her breath had grown still and her heart had stopped beating.
He never could know how long he‘d been there,
How long he had wept as he fingered her hair,
But the time had to come when her due must be done
And he laid out her body as twilight was come.
Her skin had gone cold and her lips had turned blue,
There wasn’t much to her, her ribs showed right through.
He took off her glasses and put them away,
His heart full of bitterness at the disgrace
Of the pain she’d endured and the losses she’d suffered,
That she’d got them all here and herself received nothing.
Once brimming with life she seemed miniscule now,
He bathed her with care and, twice, kissed her brow
Before dressing her fresh in her only good dress,
The form-fitting fabric now swamping her flesh.
An end to her pain was of some small relief
But her lack of real life only sharpened his grief.
WAY depressing!! I'm just steering clear of season 4 entirely now, lol. And don't think I can finish this poem, it's just too painful. How do we get so attached to fictional characters?
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