She moves alone with fear frosting around her
Cold, at doom peering through opaque veils
The past leers from unforgiving haunted windows
On shadows she is thrown to as Destiny tires
Was that the winds of scandal still howling?
They keened as death danced on his impending feet
Death would twist her reality to their custom-fit size
They would judge again, stones on her morality
She smiled at memories, at truant joy
How many times had she died in love’s arms!
Love had plundered, when she gave her all
Ice thorns bleeding her solo essence
‘They will all go away, no more claims now
Its just my life and me, the only duo that ever is’
And she walks, a grey shadow in the early mist
To death’s haunting call, down corridors of insanity…