Against  glorious scenes of rapture, she did appear

     Whether known or not was pure conjecture

Laid resting, none could be better

    Than the one, she would say, who is the rester

Memoirs, memoirs, begin again

    Sight and sound and broken bend

Poised in her craft and much to lend

She was not from here, don’t be mistaken

    Tripped from a planetary gyration

Although her stature of grace was tall

    Adorned with loveliness, she gave all

Even though she beckoned awesome chances

     Met with many marvelous glances

She spent hours in darker dances

     Transfixed by other powerful trances

Other phenomenal worlds awaited

     and charmed the one that was abated

In other escapes, she has not faded

         Come, come they say, your fate is not slated

If not for family, some would say

        she could not stay another day

          .....She did not like this world, anyway