She was imbued with all things unknown
that lay deep within the ocean.
Often she would hear the singing of a baritone
but no matter how much she endeavored to enjoy its bliss, inside she was broken.
For she used to be the lustrous surface of all things bright
and now she was besmeared with the mystery of time.
She used to walk in the park in spring
but now all she did, was roam around the graves.
Her face was grief stricken and her eyes pale
and her cloak tattered and her breath stale.
Her hands quivering as if demanding an answer
to the questions that remained a closed chapter.
She wondered when her life would come to an end,
not knowing that she was already dead.
No one really knew her,
or what she did or what she had lost.
She was a dying ember in the ashes
and she would remain a mystery forever.