Hear the laughter in the wind,
the memories of a child
born under the cover of night
and reared in shadow.

She sits alone in her chamber,
a sister to eternity,
and pulling back the curtain,
watches the world through her window.

Sorrow passes on her face
as she blinks off a tear,
wistful of joyous times gone by,
and eons pass with barely a breath.

A frown creases her brow,
and for a moment angered,
while sweet vengeance she ponders,
as a ward is claimed by death.

Bitter in her immortality,
her guardianship a curse,
she no longer keeps her vigil,
and resents each passing day.

Like flowers doomed to fade,
the pictures in her drooping hand
fall softly to the floor,
and the laughter slowly fades away.