It was the Night he chose To follow her Eastward
she turned Right into his Net and he Enunciated his greeting Thrice
with each Step he neared Until her widened Irises did he Catch
his expression Indecipherable he then Drew from an Envelope a heart Pulsating
watching as All her strength Crumbled
he said To her:
Go. Fly free now, my bird. For I will find
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