Graveyard Canary

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Isolated in a prison of abandonment,

denied of glorious sacrament.

A clipped-wing creature born in a cage,

life was always fleeting, death was so free.

A bitter sorrow that grew darker with age,

only in death could she become the graveyard canary.

She longed for a sweet release,

begging for agony to cease.

She bit down hard and swallowed her tongue,

watching the birds soar through the skies.

Her final cries woefully rung,

her spirit freed from being brutalized.

The bars of her cell wilted as she embraced death's shroud,

allowing her spirit to ascend to the once unattainable clouds.

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