She cries a monsoon of tears,
tears cascading, tracing years,
years of witnessing such pain,
pain which constantly remains.
Torrential rains down pour hate,
hate seems to be her final fate,
fate is now in his brutal hands,
hands weaving an evil so grand.
Spinning a violent web of deceit,
deceit and a dishonorable defeat,
defeat carefully woven and spun,
spun fibers of promise are none.
She bellows and wails to be free,
free from this impending misery,
misery and agony have set a tone,
tone of darkness; forever alone.
The heavenly stars shine overhead,
overhead they reflect love instead,
instead of darkness, light they beam,
beam bliss into her nightly dreams.
Warming soul, she’s always alone,
alone to face a fear of the unknown,
unknown what the stars will erase,
erase the years of an empty embrace.