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The Night She Died
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2005 The moon shone bright
on the night she died
Staring at her
the one who was alive and
Interrupting the solitude
the sleeping earth
So many times
She stood here in life
to pay homage to the
Goddess of Night
Her bed of purple clouds
on darkened velvet sky
Her blanket of stars
The cool breeze beckons her
the one who was alive
forward, onward into the night
and she will stay forever
Sweet, intoxicating
Night washes over her
Haunting, caressing
Night possesses her
Death was in that final call
She lifts the burden of Life
Elated
into Death's arms she flies
Serene
into Death's arms she falls
to join the silvery ghosts
within the dancing moonlight
of the moon that shone bright on
the night she died
sometimes people die to be reborn... and not in a physical sense I suppose heh you mentioned your friend didn't commit suicide. Glad she saw life through...