Black fabric covers the Sun.
Against her wishes,
A blade of light breaks through
The grieving walls
To touch the white pearls
And climb the lace leaves
Until she is outlined in gold.
Her gown glisters among solemnity
As it also sung in ceremony
She surrounds herself with shadows
Yet she is displayed in the dark
A white widow
Lost in all she has lost,
Already found by the crown she is.
Copyright LJ 2020.
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