"She was"

(And) This is how you shall hear of me,
"She was;
She who can no longer be."

It was not Death's cruel grip that took her,
But Life's burning flame lost.

Seeking mercy from the tempest of a storm,
Both prisoner and pray to is mighty anger,
The roar ended at her whisper.

Great are they of noble heart,
honoured greater than noble birth.
Wherein blood and bone do pass,
The spirit of a noble heart always remains.

She who in Death's absence
Is AWAKE!

~Sarah~