Always the essence of darkness
above those tainted skies
tips of her fingers dark
standing tall she had not fallen
she did not have to rise.
Always above the shameless
she would add one light
for those souls that were lost
who belonged in the dark
but longed to be bright.
She would add their edges
for their willingness was sharp
their souls were eager
enough to make a remark.
They longed to make a difference
creation of light in your eyes
all that they could conquer
to stay in one place
decades at a time.
They would grow old
their lights would turn dim
they would burst into darkness
shapes swallowed around them.
Fatigue was felt
their source would grow weary
drowning themselves in fear
darkness between darkness
the vanishing theory.
They left a remark
a twinkle in ones eyes
swallow of nature
bright by disguise.
Correct her fingertips were
favor nothing short of right
by placing them in darkness
when they longed to be bright.