One day, he tells her the news: she no longer has to stay in the shadows
But he asks for his last request: eat before she withers into grey.
He holds out a pomegranate, nothing like his rule of the dead and grey
She hesitates, but her pity wins as she bites into the red
Reminiscent, she muses as her arrival much like her departure out of the shadows
Finally, her mother’s arms are around her, her only chosen haven
But her mother screams, discovering death has tainted and divided her daughter’s life
Into of two worlds: of the living and the dead which she will rule.
Forced to rule unhappily, she becomes one of the grey
But that is only part of her life; with her mother she is red,
Soon accepting her new haven, she loves her husband in the shadows.
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