There was a deep void inside her bleeding heart once he left her sight.
She dropped to her knees and pondered, is this really worth the fight?
He was the catalyst to her life, her hero shining under the moonlight.
Nothing was heard that night except for the pouring rain, and her emphatic tears of pain.
Whether she was in the presence of her muse, or in the comfort of her own shadow,
Her heart still felt cold and hallow.
Her love stepped right out of her life.
So she asks her mentor, why would he do this to me?
In reply…it was clearly never meant to be