And there she sat outside my windowsill bowing,
Her admirers sprawled at her feet.
They, a green sea of whispers,
Her, black as silence.
Her body, like a charred skeleton,
Stood against a broken sky.
Wayward winds embraced her frame
As the others cowered like retreating waves.
She stooped in solitude.
Onyx petals enclosed her frame
Like a ballerina bidding adieu.
Her face a somber velvet.
A darkness so hypnotizing I almost looked through her.
Petals drifted to the ground like black tears:
A sight so heavy it suffocated me.
And as I closed my curtains I dared not blink
For fear of missing the final tear fall.
Then there she lay in solitude.