She was sitting in the dark,
Arms folded, hair hanging down like willow tree branches,
Face covered by plummeting hair.
Checks soaked in black tears.

Red eyed behind the curtain of hair.
She was sitting in a dark room.
All alone, quite and forgotten.
Despite the bright life outside her dungeon.
She couldn't bear it.
She wasn't crying anymore.
The dagger in her right hand was the final decision........

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