Triumph waiting in the snow
Mouth afire and eyes aglow
This is where the caution goes –
To the wind
Scattered, shattered and torn
An age-old flame reborn
She was never really dead, just sleeping
With the corners of her mouth upturned
To the Piper
Windingly echoed down halls and streets
Of choke’d lead and plaster streams
This is happiness
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