The Eyes of the
dead person
closed
and she´s lying on
a bed in the post mortem
photograph. At a funeral Agency
for the victorians. 1801 the year was
and her ancestors were with her
on the photograph. She looks
solemn and silent, Eyes shut
so the World can see her
Close her Eyes to the World.
She wears black clothes and
a cross around her neck and holds
a holy Bible. Her ghost is seen in
the photograph and the soul must
go on. (therefore they take photographs
of the dead, to save the soul from eternal
damnation)
Her mind, faded, from dinner parties and
dull aunts and books and sewing and knitting
and travels to far off countries, (which were the
Dream of every 19th Century romantic poet)
the funeral carriage comes and takes her with it,
and the horses wear black funeral plumes.
She overdosed on laudanum and hung around
famed artists and poets, and her grave more often
sought than fled, is covered in snow.
In the room, her Candle burns and holds
an enigmatic glow. SHe used to model for the
artists, and the poets used her as their muse.
She died, mere 35 years old and a ghost now.
If you want to Contact her, use the spiritboard
or the spirit phone.