She glides through a sea of memories
last gasps tangled in her alabaster robe
the hopeful disintegrate as she passes
the planets shudder on their weak orbits
and try to pull away.
Voiceless souls reach out with gaping mouths
their eyes as dark as the shadows who consume them
while vines of silver creep up their bodies, tugging them closer
until finally they are trapped beneath the vine tangled ground.
The time will come when the Queen of Shadows will pay a visit
and when she parts
only silver-flecked dust shall remain.