So she’ll bury the treasure she so wants to share,
And carry its weight, too golden to bear,
And feign and claim there’s a dearth of care,
And walk on through her night.
The hidden confection was her last small ray,
Her final, tiny flash in the sun couldn’t stay,
And there’s nothing left now to evermore say,
But walk on through her night.
The one she knows who abides there still,
With outstretched hand, if only her will,
The truth becomes her suicide pill,
As she walks on through her night.
Forever the eve from now til then,
Knowing that soon means nevermore when,
She’s never to return to where she’s been,
But only walk on through her night.
No fear now in the quiet, cold gloam,
There’s nothing there but an endless roam,
Nothing to end, nor ever feel a home,
But forever walk through her night.
The slight reflection of a moon’s lost season,
Lights enough to grasp feeling, without any reason,
And grip tight to the ghost, knowing that its treason,
As she walks on through her night.
The forgotten spector will be her pard,
And she’ll pinch, and hold, and grip her ace card,
Though his presence makes the journey yet hard,
As she walks on through her night.
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