The petals of a rose as red a blood, never wilt…
Time stopped yesterday, and yet one remained.
She didn't age, her ageless beauty flawless, but she is blind, never to see what she is to eyes today
Blind to the beauty that life gives her...
Immortality, do you realize what this is?
The night calls to her to come and find what she's searching for
The cool breeze whips her hair while the stars dance lightly along side the moon, cascading a soft glow onto the land,
The howl of wolves with periwinkle blue eyes piercing hers,
A slight glow around her eyes
Sounds of hooves and ebony richness gallops past her,
She cannot see past what her eyes want her to see.
She is blind to the common eye,
Just another unheard whisper… screaming at the crown of her lungs she asks to be seen
Her insight of her life falling back
against her
Images of what could have been, what could have happened
What she could have had,
She thought she had it all,
The memories haunting her always…