They watched her from the darkness,
just counting down the time,
a picture of pure calmness,
her countenance sublime.

They followed her in silence,
still waiting for their chance,
a moment more in patience,
before they start the dance.

They talked to her In whispers,
beyond all she could hear,
a secret shared like vespers,
just as her time drew near.

They took her from the shadows,
another lost young soul,
her eyes no longer windows,
into the heart they stole.