BROKEN
The petals fell around her like snow, in shades of rose red, and fallen ash.
They caught in her feathers, her eyes in a place, far from where she stood.
Her dress, made of velvet, black with her strands of swirling hair.
Her figure stood as still as marble stone, in the cold of the night, surrounded.
She was alone, and her thoughts were in another place; sullen, as the empty sky.