silver tresses
fall down her back
highlighting the creamy skin
moonlit skin
glows
matched only by her eyes
twin sappires
shine with innocence
framed by black
her steps are graceful
ivory silk shimmering
as she walks forward
the blade gleams
silver like her head
wicked in the moonlight
her voice gasps in pain
the sword puncturing her body
the weapon now shining red
she falls to her knees
skin that was once white
is now red
the sapphires dim
her body falling forward
dead
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