Perfect Canvas of Demise

A canvas smile of beauty Prescience of delicate ease What disruption could have done this? Brought her to her knees Once so strong With Medusa's wrath Now a frail Villa Forgotten how to sing the song of the past Losing a hold of time Becoming lost in the marsh Rejecting the light Now resting in the dark What happened to her soul? Her aura of shimmering might Now hidden behind retched scars What made her loath her life? She has grown mute Hiding her precious voice, so sweet Resigning in the company of the Dead What made her give in to defeat? It was he, the ghost of love The reaper of the soul He drank her tears And he tore at her heart Weaker now she slowly grows On her knees she pleads She could have wished for her life away But instead she wished for a night of peace In the darkness she still bleeds Dreaming of her dying day