Water hung from her finger tips like tears…

Her gown drenched in the heaviness of her fears…

She waltzed the whole way, barely touching the floor…

Voraciously, her body craved emptiness and needed more…

Harrowed, she cried and circled to try and find a way…

In the places she roamed, never was it day…

Seemingly infinite stone tablets with names and dates…

None of which the markings properly described fates…

She wined about the confines of the iron spades that held her within…

She moaned and she drifted, knowing that her ghostly search would never end…

But…

Perhaps Mother October, this once, will allow her to pretend…

-Madamchryzl-