She came and gone. Like the shadow she was, a wisp of wind never standing still. The blur of red and black fell like an angel with no wings and gravity was the only matter on earth that pulled her back. The gasp came out like a shard of glass after a window being struck, so sudden and painful. And then she fell, fallen from grace and life like Icarus. Landing on the hard concrete like the sound of thunder, the echo, vibrated through the ancient and broken building.

Her eyes, once like the colour of the forrest. Deep and mysterious as the unforgiving woods, but there was light, a fire, that burned at the intensity of the sun. They held so many memories and sights, the horror of the past and the brighter day of her future...but those eyes will stop watching like a broken camera. Never to repaired.

Hidden behind the facade of mystery and illusiveness was the guilt, the undeniable truth of what she was. But she carved those imprinted impressions of what she was into what she wanted to be. Her smile courted death, but she used it to will anybody into her trap and let the devil pray on the victim.

The mind of an old woman, holding scars in both her brain and her body. Scars that both reminded her of ghosts and strength, her body a glass figurine that was etched by the wicked to take part in terror on this world, but it shattered into a woman of great power, wisdom and intelligence.

Now her new formed glass body was broken, her arms scratched with droplets of red littered them. Her wondrous eyes laid still, her mouth slightly ajar as if waiting to take another breath.

She was a painting, an image of a beautiful tragedy and a dancer of life, never standing to take a moment and to breath. For the first time she courted death, and death one. Bringing her one with the ghosts instead of running from them, her spirit left her to seek a new life beyond the living.