Posted there, protecting; I spot her painted skin.

Artistry employed. Her features appear pristine.

And nails were coated black; but softly matte, no shine.

Her curly hair with arranged lovely obsidian locks

Shimmer for the final time. There's an ache in me.

Details set. She had prepared. She had embraced

The idea without fear. Unlike most. She accepted.

Taken too soon when ailment struck.

Honored last wishes. Dear to her. Dear to me.