My Beautiful Effigy

I grieve, But I do not grief for death, Not for death? It's a grieve for the dead, But not of a thing that breathes Bitterness arrest my breast, Woebetide my countenance That even an ocean of tears Cannot wash away the excruciating pain I had my dream carved into a beautiful effigy Her beauty titilates my soul I polished her day and night, so she could shine brighter, I shielded her away from the tiniest of smudge I rose from slumber this morning, Alas! My beautiful effigy Had turned pieces of gravel scattered over the earth Tears welled up my eyes, but couldn't be shed My heart aches, my soul broken How have this come to be? My yesterday's beautiful effigy Is now a piece of stone.