In twilight's hush, Milady once bloomed, Amidst whispered tales, her presence loomed. Yet fate's cruel whisper stole her breath away, Her essence soared beyond night's astral fray.

In whispered sighs, her name still rings, A ghostly dance where memory sings. She morphed into an ethereal sight, An aura of grace, a celestial light.

Her laughter echoes in the cosmic breeze, Amongst stardust and celestial seas. She floats, an essence pure and free, In the boundless embrace of eternity.

Gone from sight, but not from soul's embrace, Milady, an aura, in infinite space. A mystic tale of beauty's flight, Her essence now a starry night.