With Black Clothes Adorned

With black clothes adorned
the mourners come to mourn

upon a pedestal, a casket sits
through the air, silence drifts
dripped with roses as red as blood
with razor thorns not meant to cut

Down a face, make-up smears
and abstract painting, made by tears

Men hold back as women weep
wiping tears from their cheeks
with a swipe of their sleeve
the men control the tears the creep

Upon the silk an idol lays
from this world she has escaped
in a coffin of lacquered black
she rests here.. in peace

A tranquil look on her face
finally devoid of all pain
on this day .. she rests, eternally

A calm, monotone expression
falls upon her face
its quite uneasy, her deaths stare