I

When the maiden returned,

With a skip in her step,

Just like on the day,

When she had first been set

Out into the realm

That lay beyond;

At that precise moment

Of her return,

The sun set,

On the world

She had left behind.

II

They lit candles galore,

As they sat vigil,

Bemoaning the loss,

And of

Her gruesome, untimely departure;

But the light that had shone,

Was truly gone,

And the flickering flames

Of the candles they carried

Couldn’t quite tame,

The darkness that descended,

When she ascended,

Into the light

That stretches beyond,

And into the expanse

Of the world from whence

She had come

Not too long ago.

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