In the quiet, in the dark,
in the undiscovered depths
Deep within the caverns’ grasping, gasping breadth
Trapped alone inside a view
of twisted tortured song
Her soul, her mind, her will seems to have flown
And laying in the ebon space,
listening to her pain
Reverberating with each clenching pulse
Her tears are drawn up through the well,
beleaguered as they fall
Sketching imprints of a heart forlorn
Sightless eyes where windows
once opened to the day
Are blackened and are broken under skies
Where huddled shuttered, desperate
her joy has gone astray
Mislaid, her sheen has vanished into night
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