the mother of three rules heaven's light the smile of an angel just like yesterday's moon so bright how close life gets when snatched from upon other's sight how death presents himself as a fascinating welcome to dress the black and emerge tears to wear and become the nights of pure laughter and stories of past kind the way she endeared her husband and every child her blood to the prince's kiss faded the shining eyes of her daughters decayed and a breath she couldn't make a dawn to a never laid in her coffin the sleeping beauty of the forevers