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Penelope: Still Waiting

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They burned an empty funeral pyre for you yesterday,
My love
I watched the twigs snap and crackle,
Watched the fire rise like a beast,
Howling from the shadows,
Charging at the sea breeze.
The pyre charred the golden sands of our kingdom,
A silent final rite, leaving ashes for an undead king.
But I, I prayed to the watery depths,
To release you from their grip;
I refuse to see you turn to dust.