By Ellie Hawkins, TIWP Student
“She walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies..” —Byron
She walks in beauty like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies,
her glowing hair, a shining light,
she can convince you with just her fearless eyes.
Born with the strength of a thousand mothers and the fire of a thousand slaves,
the depth of her deep-sea heart
is stronger than any wave
and more emotional than any art.
But she is taken away, into the lifeless dark,
quiet and impenetrable, blocking out her light,
full of forgotten souls and broken hearts,
stuck in an endless cycle of fright.
Her beauty was unique but she was feared
and with that fear she was silenced.