Set them free.

Amidst  the black and white

soaring across the sky of fright

wishing of being a friend

instead of a foe,

she goes to pick up her next Joe.

Following silence with darkness

she gazes at the azure starkness

Bold yet beautiful

calm yet terrifying

she carries what she likes not

as the heavens notice what she brought

A sigh passes her shadow

yet another soul is hollow

what is she to do,

to whom she must go

for sharing the troubles

like the countless others

who she escorted to the sky.

Liked by rare

her eye blinks a tear.

How is she supposed to explain the fools

that, she, death is what will set them free.


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