The full moon drips upon her heart,


with sorrow plain to see

She’s longing for those kisses soft,

that now will never be



As clouds roll in to ease the pain,

blown by a friendly wind

Wondering if this torment felt,

was born of times she sinned



Forever she has walked this path,

her soul has turned to dust

He’s been gone so long yet memories flow,

still feeling his lust



These tortured nights spend all alone,

are driving her to tears

Knowing that she wear this anguish,

throughout her final years



Bittersweet this love for him,

which tear her dreams of life

No words to aid or comfort,

she will never be a wife



Heightened are her thoughts of death,

with no solace to be found

Into this Hell she’s fallen,

in her dire tears she’ll drowned



Innocence now torn apart,

consumed with embittered hate

An empty shell is all she is,

unable to bear the weight
I would want to live longer...