Lady In Grey

The hopes that she stood on were taller than reality, But from such heights she could see very far, On the bounds of what she dreamt of she thought there must surely be, her love, her life, her anchor, guiding star. To any passing paramour she stretched out willing hands and for brief moments desperately clung but trying to pluck roses from where stalks of nettles stand eventually leads to getting stung. He hove to view like sunrise, warmed her face and lit her eyes a chiselled jaw and eyes of polished steel an easy charm that could disarm completed the disguise all boxes ticked, he answered her appeal. But like the locusts in their swarms that seek to overpower his time with her was brief then he was gone he stripped her harvest, plucked her heart, and then her soul devoured and left a hollow shell, her dreams all gone. She tightly gripped the bannister and gazed three floors below this staircase she chose for her last device swung over both her legs and without pausing she let go and thus in just one day she'd fallen twice. Today she welcomes visitors with arms out to embrace though no-one takes her offer, just like then for the beyond has stretched a silken veil across her sallow face protecting from more sorrows, that are men.