Little girl
dressed in white
Played since dawn
until the fall of the night

Her whole world
laid in an ebony box of sand
A smile drawn upon her pink lips
as she explored the exotic land

Sand sifts through her fingers
She can never grasp evermore
Turning a tinge greener
as the tiny grains
blow away as they did before

Then dusk came
when she should have gone
The sand sunk quick like a desert trap
until there was none

With nothing more to play
the Child tried to leave
but she was pulled aback
Something caught on her sleeve

She looked over her shoulder
Her face turned from fright
as the bony hand of the reaper
beckoned her near, that night

And so she tearfully nodded
Accepting Death's hand
they departed for her last venture
Her decent below the sand