Gray grace of tendrils falling in
tender embrace all around
The long lost wedding veil of some poor girl
the one she never wore
Slivers of flame seek to burn it away
leave not even its memory behind.
Wrapped tightly around the limbs
of the dark blue world
Fire fails grasping at the veil as it slips
through its fingers like water through cupped hands
Golden threads mix through the
sad silver of the veil
Breathing life and joy into the desolate
folds once more
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