Arseny Death

She wept

As the fire danced

and the smoke filled her lungs

The crackles of the embers 

sang her a song

As her essence left her body

and she closed her eyes

And dreamed of all the good 

memories she longed to rekindle

Reawakened to her, her truth

As she died

Transformed to ashes

Love was all she kept

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