No words in the arms of loss
The awaited embrace
Death-ridden and black

A ferocious wind
Startles, the complacent mind
And the envy unfurls in flames

No words for the shroud of her verse
So mindfully forged, in the past
At the paramount
Of soft-hearted fools

No words can trespass
Through the hub of despair
Of the precious
The young and unknowing