Silent Beauty

 

 

She lies there,

Pale and still.

Yet the evil Lucifer

Has not yet stolen her beauty.

Her face is not without imperfection,

But captured in a picture of eternity.

Her hands rest across her chest,

Each delicate finger curled around a bundle of roses.

Where they will stay, wither, die,

The dress she wears, cloaks her body,

Like a black blanket filling the,

Oh so little space of her brand new bed.

She seams peaceful once again,

Not burdened by the pain of a torturous life.

She looks young,

Beautiful,

She has finally succumbed to death’s cold embrace.

 

Author's Note

Feel free to give any advice you have. However please ignore the centering of text I couldn't fix it.