In a world where sunlight danced and played,
A little girl in joy arrayed,
With dreams as vast as skies so blue,
Her heart was pure, her spirit true.

But shadows came with chilling dread,
A truth no child should ever tread:
Her laughter stilled, her world turned cold,
A soul awakened, a tale untold.

In a somber twilight, stark and deep,
Her small hand clutched a light to keep,
Her heart shattered with silent cries,
The past and future blurred, like lies.

Her vibrant cheer now silenced, torn,
Her tender soul in sorrow worn,
Yet through her tears, a glimmered spark,
A flicker in the endless dark.

She gazed upon a starless void,
A broken heart, a life destroyed,
Her breath, now just a ghostly sigh,
In dreams of love, she sought to fly.

In the abyss where shadows weep,
Her spirit wandered, lost, to seek,
Her world once bright, now shrouded, grim,
Her joys a distant, fleeting hymn.

The void consumed her every thought,
Her childhood gone, her hopes forgot,
Yet in her heart, a deepened pain,
A love too fierce to ever wane.

She drifted through the endless night,
A spectral form of anguish, light,
Each star a piercing, cruel jest,
Her cries of sorrow, never rest.

The darkness wrapped around her tight,
A ceaseless, unforgiving plight,
Her spirit yearned for one last chance,
To feel the warmth of life’s advance.

Her parents’ grief, a shattering blow,
Their tears a flood, a mournful show,
Their dreams entwined with her lost grace,
A void where once a child’s face.

Her story etched in tragic hue,
A little girl whose heart was true,
In every whispered, aching breeze,
Her soul laments with endless pleas.

She wanders where the lost hearts cry,
In a realm where echoes never die,
Her agony a constant song,
A heartbroken, restless throng.

In every dawn and night’s lament,
Her pain and love are still present,
A tale of loss, of dreams undone,
A little girl who’ll never run.

So when you feel the twilight's cold,
Or hear a sigh, a story told,
Know she remains, a haunting plea,
A child’s heart, forever free.