Darkness consumed her soul
As night washes over day
She, the silent beauty that watches 
The World endlessly waiting
Her lips dare not dance
Instead they remained sealed
Death’s fowl odor reeked
Making her Hide
   Cower
    Cry
In disbelief
Never daring to show a sign of emotion
Fearing the return of ill spirits
And she thought, “What next shall come?
What shall he wretch from me?”

The moon looked down
Grinning beadily at its victory over the sun

In solitude she sat.  Ignoring the calls of the maids,
“Oh fair, Maiden! What ails you so?
Shall death drag you down too?
Death’s cold, rotting hand should never grace such fair skin!”
Eyes full of loss turn to the window
In her reflection she could see the bloody fabric of her lover
Sown together with olden tears of the sun
Bejeweled like the dead.   Should she not join them?

BUT
Through her reflection she saw a cantering pony
And upon the pony sat her love
And her pale skin glowed like the sun at dawn
And she opened the window to greet him
And for the first time her skin kissed the turn of the season
She held the ghost of memories, bidding him to stay
He said, “If all you do is look out the window and cry than you are going to spend
your whole life crying, my love.”
And she kissed him softly, “Than out the door I shall look so that my foot follows
swiftly behind.”
He ran to the door of the castle
As she turned eyes of wonder towards the sun
For her love had come home at last
He was alive
And she thanked the sun for rising once more