Tale of a Forgotten Soul

The Night Sky was Pitch Black
Not a star in sight
The moon had taken some slack
And thick chalky clouds had won the fight.

There she sat in a field so dark
Whispering soft cries to the heavens
Signs of her weaknesses had made their marks
Tears were abundant since the age of seven.

Tear after Tear flowed forth from her crystal eyes
Trickling like a stream as they hit the ground
“Dear god, Why can’t you hear my cries?
I’m screaming, yet I’m not making a sound.”

Her thin lips began to tremble into a frown
She reached for the silver bladed knife
From human flesh she refused to be bound
It was time to end this melancholy life.

With determined hands she laid the knife to rest,
In perfect alignment with her heart
Upon her trembling breast
From all misery she wished to live apart.

She breathed in one last breath of the misty air
All hope of recognition would be too late
Broken dreams filled her body so fair
A fragile life born into the hands of fate.

She made a swift clean push with the knife
Piercing through her soft pale skin
Finally this was the end of her disheartening life
The hard ground kissed her face’s delicate chin.

Dark blood stained her lacy gown of white
The chilliness of night absorbed into her skin so frail
Her body was taken upon the wings of night
A mournful ending to her tragic tale.

There laid a broken life,
A child who chose her own fate,
With a single stab of a knife,
A forgotten soul, without a body for a mate.