Reflection

She has stopped coming

In dark dreams clad in gold

She simply stands in a corner

In her gone glory

Some days she is blue

Clouding these eyes in smoke

Rising above those brown timbers 

An undead Phoenix 

She haunts me in light 

Hurts me in the dark 

Flows through these veins relentlessly

Light as the air

Berates my goodness 

Befriends my painful soul

My conscience is my weapon drawn 

My Anduril 

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