Her hazel eyes completes its penultimate wink to see,
A doom dreaded dawn amidst the hues of crimson glee,
Heart skips a beat and keeps them skipping- one,two and three,
All these flinging three feet above, on a four pedestal's melee..
The orb's lie shut,blanketed with red,
Rubbing against her satin neck are the elements of pain, pains and blood,
A Fan above, a floor below, a piteous soul,a mighty thread,
And hung in-between was a heart- damned and dead...
-!nversed Poignancy!
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