Eyes stare from ashen face

Mind and memories erase

Cares and worries of the earth

Body is awaiting rebirth

Eyes are cold, fingers are gray

Body has been lost amongst the fray

Hair as pure as shining gold

It alone will be sold

Laying solitary on the floor

Loved ones weeping outside the door

Laying forever in her narrow bed

No thoughts will ever spin again in her head

Blood, Blood, drip on my rose

Glitter, shine, hold for the pose

Softly, sweetly, drip, drip, drip

Careful, this blood was from her finger tip