A Burning Memory
The maiden spins in her apron, twirling about with glee Artifacts missing beyond the chamber, The lady sighs with the thought of no worries All of it belongs to a burning memory.
The beginning of the end starts As the dreaded news filled the air and into the mind of the mistress, The maiden longs for lasting memories to stay As the woman gets closer to the twists and tangles of her forever fate.
The mind brings forth confusion and madness The maiden stuck in repetition for eternity, Events from mere seconds ago slip and fade from her deteriorating brain Forever stirring her in endless despair.
Paintings lining the house become blurry and faint The mirror that not even the maiden is familiar with, Questions stir up of the image in the mirror Who is this person. What is that thing.
The feelings of only endless thoughts containing a minimum of nothing buzzing noises filling the incomprehensible space, Finally a jolt of bliss and an unknown something only for the state to dissipate.
The unrecognizable mistress her life force fading away, no more burning memories as she passes away.