She stares out from the canvas,
Searching for something she cannot find.
Ever staring over her shoulder,
Her dark eyes filled with wonder.
The teardrop earring dangles, motionless,
Catching the light.
Her lips part gently as if about to speak,
But silence surrounds.
She remains frozen in time,
Forever a mystery to the world.
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.