I lit a candle that burned with an echo,
And smothered the emanations upon her canvas.
Dust and darkness clapped from my hands,
and smeared the picture with leprosy.
The eyes were layered with fog,
The blue was so grey, lonely and ceased.
Her pale lips;
almost twitching,
almost speaking,
so bitterly hollow,
and ever so craving.
With her eyes glazed over like a reflection to a suffocating light,
she murmured the words
\"Hap-pil-ly ev-ver af-ter.\"
