Mourn for her,
She was naive,
She was kind,
She was a dreamer,
In a land full of sorrow,
She blossomed,
Into a white rose,
Pure,
Gentle,
Untouched,
She was a cloud,
Flying through the wind,
Topped with a golden crown,
But no,
She was not perfect,
There was some default,
A crack within,
She began to tumble,
Down,
Down,
Down,
To the darkest parts,
Filled with hidden demons,
The obsidian crevice,
Two breaths away,
Where her mistakes,
Had laid,
She was no longer,
A dreamer,
She could never,
Be naive again,
Her crown burned,
Gold dripping away,
To show the skeletal remains,
She would never be the same.
