gone

Hair gently falls onto her face

Tenderly brushed away

By long, graceful hands

Her face is naught

But an everlasting dream

And her exquuisite form

Remains only in a quivering presense

Ebony curls will never again

Tumble upon sweet ivory skin

Every dark tendril is forever captured

Peacefully laying on her frosty face

Tranquility will never again be found

Deep within her amber eyes

Now soft lids are closed

Sooty lashes shadowing

A once enchanting beauty

Now cruelly left alone

Drop pale flowerers as tears begin to stream

Walk alone under the cover of darkness

Seeing only her