Having seen the CAPUCHIN'S CATACOMBS CORPSES OF PALERMO ITALY and Rosalie Lombardo's glass coffin, the sadness was overwhelming and this poem came from it.

My little sleeping beauty,
Wakes no more with the light,
She is interred forever,
Into the darkest of night.

My little sleeping beauty,
No longer eats or plays,
As she will spend eternity,
Sleeping away her days.

My little sleeping beauty,
No longer does she cry,
As pain has finally left her,
Once she’d begun to die.

My little sleeping beauty,
Whose life’s been gently kissed,
Sorrowfully she leaves us,
And is so deeply missed.

My little sleeping beauty,
She lies for all to see,
In her glass coffin,
No more alone to be.

My little sleeping beauty,
Wakes no more with the light,
She is interred forever,
Into the darkest of night.