The end touches her long lashes
The stanch of death oozed from her
very being.
Those dear to her weeping
singing the song of her life

The hearts she has touched bleed
from the pain the hurt.
Her memory remains leaving faint footprints on the ocean floor,
of those most dear to her .

The shadows call unto her
their offerings a place of rest.
A chance to be with the living,
to once again experience the joys of
The price her students.
© darkness personified