Dispair

Upon the water black and cold, A flower floats the tale was told. Fingers plucked it from her hair, And in despair had tossed it there. Colors once alive and bright, Faded in the pale moonlight. She stands alone, so slim so bold, Expressing anger so very old. Her naked body so white, so fair, Shivers in the cool night air. Like a specter in the night, Mist reflects an eerie light. Quickly rising to enfold, The pure body that she has sold. Once she lived without a care, Her plight is now so hard to bear. One step, so quick there is no fright, She leaves the world of pale moonligh