Whispers of solace, medicinal lullabies,
Come bury me, mother, call my funeral 'change'.
With your heavenly hands, caress my withering soul,
The lesson of silence taught, screamed aloud from the cliff's edge.
Foxes nest in her dreams, elusive, chaotic and wild,
Mirroring her hidden desires, a reflection undefiled.
Trembles grip the mountain's heart, now destroyed.
A storm of fear cascades, voices in the void.
Singing acid tales, searching to behold the bards.
Live on in words, raze every part of her save the splintered, glass shards.
Burn the forest, etch our echoes in the stars,
As gossip's flames flicker in claustrophobic bazaars.
Gaze into the abyss, where stars ignite the night,
Embrace the darkness gently, where shadows find their light.
And as the ashes settle, where embers softly gleam,
A phoenix rises boldly, from the remnants of a dream.
She is Little Miss Sunshine- Death's Ephemeral Daughter
By - Varunika
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