The last breath

In the lone dark confinement

She breathed all alone.

Cursing dear God

As she deeply mourned

Pain stricken and abandoned,

She was left for the beasts.

They might return any time,

To their beautiful feast

Her deep blue gown

So pure and divine,

Waved to the tunes,

As she reminisced the times

Ah, Good old days!

Those sparkly smiles,

Gushing talks,

With handsome Mr. Nile.

Running all crooked

Wading through the maze,

Bubbling and splashing,

With sisters of grace.

The colors vanished

To shades of gray

As tears trickled

down her face

The moon turned red

As she wept alone

That eerie silence

Now had a tone

Rippled in fear,

She grew all pale

Those haunting footsteps,

Were back again!