I left her in a vision of days
She couldn't know its interpretation until
It revealed itself at its final, ending phase
When it was too late, beyond her still
To do anything; the world will end
Not to her ire, but with her vision, found peace
She considered it an honour that she could lend
Herself to a truth that couldn't cease
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