Crystal ball remained foggy and unclear,
The coin on Ouija board didn't move a millimeter,
Candles flickered all night long,
Street lights brightly lit all along,
Trickle of tears became the river,
Not a single sign of her soul was found to linger,
After being devoured by Suicide every deceased soul comes to weep,
But this one didn't pay any heed,
Maybe she found her Chevalier Dans Une Armure Brillante in death,
After knowing that life is La Belle Dame Sans Mercy,
Or maybe the Demon Suicide helped her escape the Demon inside her,
Maybe she had nothing to say anymore,
Maybe she didn't want to return to this cage anymore,
Maybe she was free, wandering on her own,
Or maybe in deep peaceful sleep, that even Necromancy failed to wake her up.