Fione

Fione stands at the edge of a lake
Black as black with waves of light
The fish jump to see her
Sending ripples at her toes
Over the mountains
A jetfighter turns above a field
Scaring the crows off the trees
That loom over Fione at the edge of a lake
Black as black where the fish jump
She’ll wait on til morning
For a jetfighter that will never return

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