She smiled again beneath the tree
And watched the wrathful bird let free.
She thought about when she said I ought not
And all the endless pain that brought.
She smiled again and felt the bark
Scrape her up, to leave her marks
That sang to rage as it took it’s stride
It did no good, her awful pride.
So she smiled along the winter wind
And all the wicked gleam it’d bring.
She held his face under the stars
With red and death to mark her start
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