Epitaph

Death's icy breath,
Lingers near,
When the time draws closer,
May the words I've written stand,
As dry bones hauntingly speak,
Expelling truth,
Rattling ribs long since fused,
Hers was a story of perseverance,
An outspoken tongue often told to be still,
Yet even after the soul has ascended,
Her words shall live.