She blooms with a bittersweet innocence

Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn the days were counted

She exists like a candle yet demise at imminence

She travels with sad optimism for her posterity was bounded

Her rays touch the hearts, roam the caverns, and sing the songs

Her spirit encourages, endures, evolves

An eternity of bliss, then sorrow – hoping her reality be at cease

Her presence is undisputable, howling like the wolves

If the sound of her soul suffering pervades in a thousand years

The sun might as well shine forever

For a body is not a casket to hold eternal fears

She must marry the curse, seek it as her lover, then find treasure

Her exodus deserves not be grieved but glorified

Now let her rest; forget that she was once terrified