Dress her in the gown

I watch with awe the path of the gown,

From the heavens it flutters down,

It rests on her body like a blanket,

I feel it would be wrong to remove it.

She seems so peaceful like a sleeping child,

No hints of her death so wild,

I bow my head and say goodnight,

A raven once more I take to flight.

The End

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