Her veil of lashes oh so thick,
conceals an anguish centuries old,
so unabashed the glaring truth,
yet all this time its been untold.
She sits atop the rolling stone,
and gazes out as time unfolds,
while howling winds and merciless waves,
devour what's left of her abode.
Far away the setting Sun,
descends beyond the horizon,
the dying embers of light they fight,
as darkness conquers all in sight.
With despondent eyes she gazes up,
and views the sun that almost gone,
the evening sky is ripe and red
with lingering light thats almost dead.
But still she has some moments left,
before her final breath is spent,
and with that final breath she prays,
for light, for peace, for warmth again.
As eyelids descend a teardrop falls,
unseen, unheeded, its all but gone
beyond the abyss where silence calls
the final breath has thus been drawn.
she lies atop her rolling stone,
unmoving, limp, and all alone,
as waves rise up from oceans deep,
to carry her off in thier embrace.
Across the sea's of time they race,
To take her to her resting place.
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