Death Was Upon Her Poem by Naomi Chao

It was the middle of the night
the snow drifted down
there was no light
when they went to bed

In the freezing weather
there was a lone girl
as light as a feather
for she had not eaten in days

Her features were unknown
because of her wild hair
in her hand was a blue stone
as blue as her sapphire eyes

Suddenly, the girl was falling
collapsing like a rag doll
the life in her slowly dissapearing
as death captured another innocent soul