There was a girl
named Rose
who possessed ethereal beauty
like the flower.

Her lips were as red
as the flower
hair as dark
as the night.

Her doe-brown eyes
looked vacant
with an unwavering stare
as well as her stance by the window.

One day, there was no one
by the window
where Rose used to look out
was empty.

No one knew
what happened
to poor Rose
but I know something.

One night as my eyes glanced her way
a blinding light burst from her room
sucked her into its bosom
Disappear out of thin air.

My eyes widened
shocked beyond words
frigid for seconds
wondering what just happened.

What do you think happen to Rose?