Macabre Beauty
Upon first glace of seeing her rise from the grave,
Fear and trembling filled me
When she approached me I wanted to run
Yet she enchanted me with her macabre beauty
I realized death isn't the end all to everything
There is life after the grave
I found in Emily a new friend
Tragi but lovely and easy to be around
Full of enthusiasm and laughter
Full of hope and promise of tomorrow
This lovely butterfly was at last released
Into the stars to take her place among them
She still shines so brightly
A beacon to remind us
Hope, love and the soul are eternal
The strongest forces that exist
Whether it be in life or death.
October 1, 2005