The dust of a sigh blows motes in her mind
From a bygone age,
A final breath, drawn without pause
As the last sigh rang in her mind,
Carrying with it
The envy of creatures
Still alone in the dark.
Sightless they follow
But impotent they remain
Starving
They feed on the ghost of
Her last breath
As
It
Evaporates....
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