BROKEN
The petals fell around her like snow, in shades
of rose red, and fallen ash.
They caught in her feathers, her eyes in a place, far from where
she stood.
Her dress, made of velvet, black with her strands of swirling
hair.
Her figure stood as still as marble stone, in the cold of the
night, surrounded.
She was alone, and her thoughts were in another place; sullen, as
the empty sky.