Her robe is satin, blood-stained and rich in simplicity, while her graceful, white figure sways lucently upon the soil. Her raven dark hair is tied back loosely as her dark red ribbons blow gently in the wind's embrace. It sighs, the wind, upon her milky smooth skin; It slices within, delving deep into her fragile frame. Sullen is she, the beauty that walks in shadowed sorrow, lamenting every day at the same hour, waiting for her lost love. Hollow beauty, wine stained upon her lips; She is the one who walks the path, a dark and dreary road, to her cursed eternity.