Beneath the moon’s indifferent gaze,
A shadow slips through hidden haze.
The hills hold secrets, whispered low,
Of paths she walked, where winds now blow.
Eyes of blue, like morning skies,
Now haunt the dusk where silence lies.
A daughter lost, her voice undone,
A life eclipsed before its sun.
The canyon echoes, deep and wide,
With truths the night still seeks to hide.
Yet in her name, we dare to seek,
The justice owed, the answers bleak.