She wore black
the night she played her score of horror
on the balcony, the piano bled notes of misery
for the banshees in attendance
and spirits roaming in from the cemetery.
Pale skin in the hot moon light
isolated memories revive the black rose
death stopped for her swan song
celestial phantoms spoke in hush tone too reassure
her lifelong friend
misery
will die when her eyes close.
It\'s from immaculate constellations
her sheet music is seen mimicking that of a white flag
imitating her surrender to life.