Amidst a world of darkness and despair,
Stands a solemn sight, haunting and rare,
A perpetual swing, forever in motion,
A haunting reminder of a tragic emotion.
Two lifeless figures, gently swaying,
In an endless rhythm, forever playing,
Their still bodies, frozen in time,
Eternally caught in a moment sublime.
Their faces serene, yet devoid of life,
As if their souls have taken flight,
Their eyes closed, as if in deep slumber,
Their bodies gently swaying, without any number.
The swing creaks and groans with each movement,
A haunting melody, a mournful lament,
A reminder of two lives cut short,
And a sorrowful tale that cannot be retold.
The perpetual swing, a testament to pain,
And a haunting reminder of loss and shame,
Forever swaying, in a world of their own,
A haunting sight, that will forever be known.
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Original digital and 3D visual, deconstructed in AI using custom models.
