And the sweetest of laughs passed through her lips.
Beauty, strength, and wisdom, she wore every
with elegance and grace.
Mingling among her company, she best
exemplifies the power of the mind.
When she found herself isolated, and the night
Her inner storm grew with dangerous fury.
The depth of her pain was inconceivable,
Nights she laid awake, fetal position and
sobbing with anguish.
Frustrated by the betrayal, she hid nothing of her
When the grief diminished, rage set in and the
darkness of her soul ate the exquisite feast.
Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s The Daily Writing Challenge.