She stood in her majestic glory,A light at her head,
Meandering whiteness at her feet,
Her face was bright
like the sun in the Savannah,
Her body was the epitome of grace,
Nothing could weaken her charm.
But, there were voices in the wind,
Voices that threatened the foundation
of her very existence.
The flicker in her eyes grew intense,
Her crystal tears fell fast,
She knew the end was near.
She remembered the days of her youth,
The brightness returned to her eyes,
She stood up for the
only thing that she knew best-pride.
She stood up for the very last time,
Before she was eaten away
in the darkness of hardening sorrow.
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