She was sung
in dark moments,
she was whispered
in torment and joy
ever since the time he was a boy
He was kissed by the echoes
of thoughts
through the blistering halos
he wrought in his lines,
of words transcending living time
And the flames they would covet
burned slow and infernal
She was sung by a poet's heart
Now she is eternal,
sublime
***
Come, take your echoes
to where the wind blows
and send them to the sky
You are now immortalized
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