she danced naked for her statues in the dying candle glow to the sound of rushing water from the river down below she whispered them her stories into stone ears she did cry of a broken heart and how time was right to die she danced to the riverbank and cradling her lace she framed her final portrait her hair around her face then she floated down the river so that all could see and tell how frozen tears shone on her cheeks as her soul danced from her shell