She lays there now
Here lips gone cold.
Blue as the moon
Had been that night.
Her skin pale as Winter Snow.
Nails black as they always were.
Like the crow that she loved.
Once beautiful hair that
Blew in the wind
Now lay so lifeless.
Her dark red blood had been split
Running from her still body
Into a river it flowed.
Where wild roses now grow
Upon her lonely grave.
The painful flower she once adored
Feed off of her soul.
With her last words
On her gravestone.
"I have gone and will be forever gone
So please forget me
Because memories have thorns too."
