Her doubts were rounded off
by the shadows of tranquility.
Her mouth had talked and scoffed
now it wouldn´t open willingly.
Shock was her entree
She cherished every mouthful
The candle flame played
In her eye fire´s jewel
Horror sat on the dinner table
Her hands leaned toward her lips
Screams that tried to leave were unable
Her face gripped by fingertips
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