Chilled by all the misfortunes
quailed in depths of dissolution
her restless body embedded
in minds of fowl duration
A daunted past visibly drawn on her
a grieved face outlines her forever
a tangled mind drenched in sorrow
for her there will be no tomorrow
Her skin white, pure, pale as snow
but the sun for her will shine no more
her tears crystallised for the memories are no by go
she is drained in eternity loss and fires in ego
Motionless, still lays her outer shell
volatile and feared, inside the souls in living hell
Her continuous cries, rings like bitter bells
Yet, no one tries to redeem her; so this where she fell.
