Where Light Dies

Poetry is about a friend who is not with us anymore

She’s gone with the wind,
Slain by the hands of a fiend.

She’s gone, and at last
We still hear her laugh in the past.

She’s gone like the dying of day,
Drowned by the dark in its wave.

She is gone with her little wish,
Never to bloom or come true,
For they have slain our fragile wisp.