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Angel of Rain

Fluttering butterflies, paper white; creases

Skilled two hands, folding and folding

Angel with wings, ivory white, spread wide

Love gone out; his body icy, doubtless dead

She had cried, but no more tears will shed

Another, mad with change, she will follow instead

He was not a friend, he was her brother,

Red headed not orange, caring but not cold,

Lost; and he was very lost she could clearly see,

But still she followed, always following, fearing

Darkness to creep its hold tighter around him

The light was already dispersing, leaving him

Was she too late? Konan; the Angel of Rain.

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