Shadow

Sorrow lays upon my bed
moonlight in her hair
as tears stream down her face
and up the golden stair
Stars alit upon the walls
reflect from somber eyes
and through the pain she only stares
for I know why she cries
She cries for death
comfort not in reach
and as her body turns so cold
she hears the preacher preach
The funeral processions walks
a death dirge slowly plays
and the grievers weep with bitter tears
for the end of all her days.