ARIEL
All the world’s sadness reflects in her eyes.
Deep empty depths of dark longing pain.
Multitudes countless millenniums passed.
Ghostly residue flickers her irides;
In haze clouded shapes the lingering wails
reside withal her long storied beauty;
She’s labored to carry about fatigued.
Ever gawsy and bright her path is lit.
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