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Love's knot clutched in her hand |
| Twist by twist fear wrapped the cord around the throat of love and the knot meant to bind two hearts turned red with terror's blood. Darkness concealed his jealous act and the cold damp earth her grave, now the only candle that burns for her is the flickering will-o'-the-wisp. Dressed in white she haunts the night, love's knot clutched in her hand; from dusk to dawn she looks for him seeking justice or revenge. |