Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.

-Oscar Wilde

A simple reflection on death and what comes after it for our favorite Princess. It's supposed to be bittersweet, slightly angsty, but mostly just…insightful.

Death

Death was eternity, here.

(Eternity spent so far away)

Everything was to make her happy, but behind the happiness, thinly veiled, is sorrow and disappointment, heavy as the midnight suns that will never here shine.

(Talk to me, princess, tell me the stories of the flowers, of the trees)

Once, her words flew and took form in stories. No longer. Perpetual winter, here.

(Princess, don't you know yourself?)

For all they talk, does anyone know themselves? Can anyone?- Her feet dangle into the waters of forever, forever-no-death.

(Someone once said that humans did)

Humans are broken. I wish I was not one.- Surprisingly sad yet simplistic, to hear from a child.

(You surprise me, Princess)

She is a requiem of lost dreams, shallow to the touch.

(And he loves her. I love her.)

She fills the empty sky with false stars that shine as the true once did for her.

(And he will stand by her forever, as she makes her complex skies.)

The End.
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