I
The water sank into the rock
And both were set aflame
The water then began to freeze
As winter slowly came
And as she froze, she split the rock
Who never once cast blame
For to the rock the water was
A sacred, holy name.
II
And while the water trickled from
His bruised and battered frame
She felt that she'd been joined to him -
That they were both the same
For as she spilt upon the floor
She saw with utter shame
By mixing with the holy rock
Her pallor red became.
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Legends of the Fall: She was like the water that freezes inside a rock and breaks it apart. It was no more her fault than it is the fault of the water when the rock shatters.
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