In shadows deep where poems weep,
Lies Edna’s heart in eternal sleep.
Her words once danced on pages bright,
Now silence reigns in the endless night.

The stars above, they seem to mourn,
For a voice so pure, from us torn.
Her verses linger, a haunting grace,
In every line, we see her face.

The winds whisper her name so sweet,
As autumn leaves fall at our feet.
The world feels colder, a shade more gray,
Since Edna’s light has gone away.

But in our hearts, she’ll ever stay,
Her poetry, a guiding ray.
For though she’s gone, her spirit lives,
In every word her soul still gives.