And she laughed, as the world burst into flames,
Through the tears too few to extinguish the fires.
And she died, rather than face such games,
When her life was not adequate to win.
And she fell, when pushed off the fatal cliff,
Though with broken wings she could not fly.
And she laughed, as the blade penetrated her midriff,
While her blood nourished crimson ground.
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