Red...

When each cell of his body lost life,
she poured the faded barrel with the finest wine.
It was his birth right to be dead,
she cried tears of blood and lowered her head...

The wine would be kept away for a thousand years,
the older it gets the finer,
the wine was as read as her tears,
those tears made him cry...

He never knew how much he taught her,
he never knew his impact,
the fading memories with each passing year,
she wasn't grateful, it was him she had to thank...

As his soul is in peace,
the memories safely packed away,
for he were never meant to stay,
he was just relieved...

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