Her life lost in a lonely, soulless world
She wandered, searching for the sand to stand
Dwelling in the dark, fighting frigid seas
She wrote plays, poems and pieces of art
A teller of tall tales, a petit princess
Clad in the costume of a wanderer
Her soul, happy as a bird in its bath
But a black cloud cluttered her brain
Lost like dust in a lonely desert
This Dawn would never peak past dark nights again