She used to be a pretty girl…
A joyous one at that
Her eyes like marbles filled with stars,
Her cheeks rosy,
Her voice like birdsong,
And her smile as bright as pearls.

But slowly
The spring left her step
Her eyes sunken, vacant and hollow
Her cheeks no longer rosy
Concealed under the façade of pale make-up

She was no longer appealing to the eye
Her sorrow was bountiful…
Its music was the night.
She was numb to all emotions
She could not find the way out of this, pit.

She had reached a point of no return
The plague had devoured her soul.