It's a poem. Quite possibly my favorite that I've written.

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The sad light has taken refuge in her forehead
Her burning eyes, veiled in black soot and briar thorn,
Burn like the dead, My Intended.

Cloaked are her sunken cheeks- long forgotten ravines,
Veiled are her thin dry lips that swallowed the sun
She could not bear the truth, My Intended.

Her forehead gleams for all its knowledge of lies
Refuge from our world, the horror, the horror of life.
Another lie, My Intended.

No ivory will cross your lips parched for truth
Your body will witness only mournful dress
When the new day is born, My Intended.