many say ebony was ethereal,
her hair light as the clouds,
skin white as the snow,
nobody knew how far,
someone ethereal go.
first it was one tear there,
another vain combination of words there,
cruel words written on broken mirrors,
blurred by the lipstick they were written with,
and the tears,
ebony's tears had gone black.
no longer pure,
and crystal clear as glass.
her hair has gone grey,
skin now like dirty water,
and eyes once sky blue,
were now dull as a stormy day.
