Peaceful Maiden Poem by John Demon Jones

Dusk begins to fall
 She lies under the dark shrouds
  Fair maiden's pale skin
   Soft and white as silken cloth
    She passed to darkness
   My fair maiden, never loved
  Her so gentle face
 Peaceful, relaxed, and graceful
She had lived and died
 Innocence never taken
  Fair maiden's short life
   With no joyous shouts or cries.
    The silent grave waits.
   Oft I have wept for her death.
  She had once loved me.
 My angel, fallen to earth.
My maidens soft death.