A Princess In Black

A Princess In Black A box of dark willow Upon a cushion of white Think blonde curls, each carefully laid Skin whiter than snow Bold eyelashes rested on smooth cheeks Eyelids dusted with shimmering gold Pale cheeks brushed with soft pink Pink lips, still, to speak never again Hollow collarbone concealed by flowing black cloth Black sleeves ended just below lifeless fingers Thin waist wrapped with sinched elastic Loose black skirt left ankles and feet bare. The coffin lid closes One last tear emerges Her sweet voice, still ringing Her soft whispers, still noticed A princess in black, never forgotten