In a part of a beautiful world,

So dark and remote as the picture of the North Pole,

In death’s hour,

Lies a body so pale, so beautiful

That only those with a rich soul can see.

Expensive, yellow linens

Cover her unmoving body.

Bright blue dust swirls around her,

Making her look unearthly,

Making her look divine.

The smell of fresh-cut roses

Lingered on the atmosphere.

A scent so strong, it could even be tasted.

Her heart already stopped beating.

The rhythm of blood flowing through her veins disappeared.

Her corpse was as cold as ice.

She was dead,

But did not seem to be without life.

She was just a young woman

Resting peacefully in the ever-after.

How could something as beautiful as her,

Be in such a dark and sinister place?

Only Death knew.