She traveled from the clear Australian seas,
To the cold winter of Venice.
Romantically masterpiece as it is,
This piece would cease as wasn't his.
She paradised the ocean on her eyes,
Weeping blue, witnesses of lies.
A tear flows by, as the heaven cries;
Whispering wind, kisses demise.
The fading lamp, frailly shone down;
Reflected beauty, against her golden gown.
But underneath, a ruby and diamond coated crown;
An angel's face, filtered of frown.
And there he stood, on his own.
All alone, in his wooden throne.
A place of stones and bones,
He had always known.
Maybe the night was slow,
The moon had nowhere to go.
But even if, the river delayed her flow,
All the stars, had nothing to show.
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