She lies still, between dream and grace,
Eyes turned cloudy—no soul, no trace.
A spider crawls from lips once red,
With a tale too cursed to leave unsaid.
Cobbled webs wrap over her skin,
A fog of darkness engraved within.
She breathes silk, exhaling despair,
Silence hushed beneath her stare.
She never screamed, nor showed fear,
Stitched in silver, it draws her near.