Blind Soul

She hides.
She cowers.
She is oblivious....
to the BLACKNESS.....
Her face; streaked with dirt,
and her aquamarine eyes
unseeing, but pleading at
the darkness
to let her be.
A sliver of light shines
innocently on her
white-blond heir, and she is
the representation of
benign.
But then the blackness
falls again,
and her eyes played
upon with light,
are seen no more.
She is dark.
She is terrified.
She is blind.
She falls within herself, and
won't resurface.
She is young.
She is a caricature of death.
But death is nothing compared
to the blackness
within her soul.