Dreaming In Alliteration

Slowly she spirals through the solitude of signals, That are visible to no one else. Watching, and wearing her last coat of arms, she waits For the wasted ways of youth to fail her. Wasting precious moments preparing possibilities of a potent past called to a loss. This was it. Future fires false hope towards the sky, and she gazes, grey. Fighting for freedom that was not hers, but her hearts. If the stars could fall, then so should she.