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.