In the hush before midnight’s breath, her gaze shone bright—
Lanterns of hope reflected in the glass of stars.
One moment, warmth danced across her pupils;
The next, a jagged silence tore through her heart.

Blood pooled like dark ink upon cold marble;
Mercury flashes of life ebbed from her sight.
Her bright eyes, once twin beacons of dreams,
Grew distant, glossed, and hollowed by sudden night.

A whisper slipped from cracked lips, unfinished—
Shadows leaned in, eager for her tale’s unwritten end.
Stilled at last, her story pressed against the void,
A secret carried on the breath of ghosts.

Even the dead tell stories.