A/N: Just a very short poem that came to me tonight.

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Small behind a veil of self,

Black is fading into the shadows.

Will you remember the paralysed dancer

Of in-between and nowhere?

No eulogy for the undead.

When light claims the world again,

Someone is always

Left behind.