Her Walk To Eternity

Slowly, slowly, advancing with tender steps, emitting clouds of scarlet butterflies with each tremulous breath, the golden maiden through viridian fronds quietly crept Brazenly her locks tumbled shrouding her shoulders in champagne curls. And the dusky angels turned their heads in envy as even the spiders silk seemed coarse The heavy shadows blurred the silvered path she trod, where startled dandelions puffed their clocks, though time stood still and sunrise never came In the blessed grove where the soft grasses solemnly bowed to the moon, the lilac air filled with the songs of souls awoken by an unfamiliar beat And as they watched that unknown maid, her iridescence faded, turned to pearl translucence as, with grace, she slid into their ethereal embrace