Sipping Claret from a Lismore Goblet

Bereft and alone since love was lost, she sits in deep shadows humming the same song sipping claret from a Lismore goblet Day and night, in silence she dwells Time no longer sifts through an hourglass. Heartache has cast a wicked spell cursing her into a void of loneliness She's drawn the drapes, praying an eclipse will fill the abyss into which she's fallen Hoping it will swallow moonlight's glow keeping it hidden from sight Entombed as though in a sepulcher, her insipid soul sits spiritless on this night, cold and bleak No spark of life can be roused in her vacant eyes as if blood no longer flows in her heart Naught but darkness does she seek Only that and to be left alone away from pitiable stares She sits in deep shadows humming the same song sipping claret from a Lismore goblet