She had departed without telling me why.
Why did she have to go?
Why did she have to lie?
Where every bear tends to run across from its past.

Crosswise tale of the forbidden broom
was held at the scene of a partial crime.
The news had brought the spot on the loose.
That it was time to make way for her last remark.

I took her photograph to kiss her lips
that finding her soon would be more than enough.
Without a clue
I knew the sky was blue.
She went upstairs to fill the mouth of a snarl.
She foretold her spirit lifting from the flakes of the ground.

The radio mystified her corpse's locale
I felt the need to rise of an immured shout.
Utmost hatred was born from a castle aside.
Privately she had found her golden wings in a tie.
She had left the Earth from a secluded fact.
She knew that her meaning would be a reverie tossed apart.

Gliding until she was attached to the Sun.
Love left a testament of personal gems gone.
Everyone said that it was more than enough.

To enclose within walls all her memory lanes.
To invite to her dance a phantasmagorical laugh
Neither envy is truly allowed to ardently pass.
Behold the glory of the tint which drew the complexion of her mask.

Rebuttals were broken to warn us of the fault.
The one who took her life and never came back.
Such is a window clearer than the thief's bark.
Mating the seeds of hate to part from her cold demise.

Coagulated spire, 
although there's a mourning's revival
she will be long missed through her trials
throughout her endings and capsules of class..

Sill and timber, 
stone and fracture
every mile hands her distraction
through the ghost that sits by my knees' echoing of a sweet disjunction

Pulverized osseins had no clue to bring alive
a portion of the ocean where she valiantly stood by.
like Alcyone role-playing a goddess with Ceyx
with me along the circuits of her own device.

I had an honourable sigh to gather afloat
rather than the stifled journey of our fleet at dignity's summit.
Tales succumbed from the separation of a guff's Sun landing.
The end of times won't bring her leisure.
I hereby proclaim her leaf of absence.
Coax me with a senile punch I think upon a loathsome dismal, 
the lonely birth of it is more than enough and warming.