She was this beautiful beautiful thing
Cute fair and slim.
How old was she was never known
There was no one to call her own.
That she was widowed no one knew
As gossip about her seldom grew
She gave up greed in life back long
Being devoid of the sweet melody of the song
Her hair was black as black could be
Smooth to touch and shiny.
Her purple eyes were shiny bright
But they didn't had the light
That any mortal did.
Those lifeless eyes often hid
Behind a glassy wall to tear
Whenever a happy couple was near.
But she was pale, oh so pale
As white as the hale
That had fallen on the winter night
When they had taken away her Light
Some says she casts no shadow,
As she fleets across the moonlit meadow.
With a speed as fast as light
Thus invisible to the mortal sight.
She stood through the wars, plagues and droughts.
Her change in age was never sought,
For the simple reason that it didn't exist-
An immortal being whom love can't resist.
She took the pledge to be in life;
As long as she could be;
Till he came back to the Earth-
Who had promised to meet her at Rebirth.
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