TakenShe walked...and the walk was a whisper.She talked...and the talk was a shadow.Her thoughts were the spider webs,silvery-crossed, with the dew of hope suspended heavily above.She dreamt...and the dream was a sparkle,summer sun on the water,a dance of the firefly...She laughed and the laughter was taken,by caws of the crowsin the dusk of scorned blood.She slept...and the sleep was her death,it stole her breath and took her away...Abandoned, among the cold stars and indifferent moon,she was just a mirage, an image,taken too soon.