Water

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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