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Death Rides a Pale Horse
She admired her handiwork
from atop a war-horse steed
reflected in post-rain pools.
Memories, eviscerated
on steaming battlefields--
lifeless, finally.
She'd sliced them out
then stitched herself back together
better than before
But left a small opening
to remove her heart
should it get broken once more
She wiped the death from her sword,
and with the pale horse
rode into the unknown.
from atop a war-horse steed
reflected in post-rain pools.
Memories, eviscerated
on steaming battlefields--
lifeless, finally.
She'd sliced them out
then stitched herself back together
better than before
But left a small opening
to remove her heart
should it get broken once more
She wiped the death from her sword,
and with the pale horse
rode into the unknown.
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