The corpse lied untouched,

In the crepuscular light, 

her shadow enkindled. 

Her kins stood panic-stricken. 

Her fidelity was being questioned. 

It was time now for the sun to set. 

The birds were finding there way.

Migrating

Also,suffering. 

And the darkness was about descend like everyday 

The shadows seemed to be taking over the grimaced faces 

But she however, 

Was trying to resurrect her soul.

This was the epitome of her infatuation. 

But she had always been an Ailurophile,
Always.