She was pale but yet frail
fragile and white as a wedding vale
bitter and sour like an ale she stood alone soon to be revealed
she was hauntedly beautiful
but ghostly as well
she stood alone yet to soon be prevailed upon the night of the darkest nights
she looked like a moon so bright and her glowing skin and yet she shines and yet she's like a moon lonely and gloomy because she is always alone
she looks at her distant past of glimpse of herself in her yet of her own images in her mind flash before her eyes but her eyes were so pretty they couldn't help but tell you her story of her own life and she had white hair with and a white gown that was elegant looking and as the evening comes around she turns her smile yet into a frown she hides her feelings of dreadly despair very well but she is easily known that she's nothing to be gazed upon on her glareful eyes full of sorry-ful woe's and so she can't really show how she really feels about her life and how she is frail but yet now pale maybe if she yet learned a way to show its okay to feel what she's allowed to feel so she can show her emotions on her own outside image of her own demise and know it's okay to cry when will she know that she's really not alone maybe when she realizes she is not alone maybe then maybe yet she will embrace herself and her ghostly fair skin and then maybe she can truly shine like the moon she can always is meant to be and glow in the darkest sky nights for all of us and let her self be known for she is not pale and not yet frail.