A silence creeps through every day

Quickly time ebbs, then flows away

Tossed like driftwood, upon the seas

Like dandelion dancing on the breeze

Words spoken barely make a sound

Acrimonious tears abound

A dying soul a mortal seeks

We are lost, give me time she speaks

So softly now, so silently

Fade memories as so do we

For that was then & this is now

No raging scream or furrowed brow

No contrived words of platitude

Can calm this righteous attitude

The sword is mine & mine alone

With it I smite the sacred stone

Through darkness howls the dying soul

Unmortal now, social control

Has taken her, now hidden lies

In ruinous contempt & sighs

Her once carefree abandonment

Smothered in this entanglement

Strives ever though for freedom now

Her broken past to disavow

200 days or more must pass

Before the lifting of the curse

Hound by the day, torment by night

Invade the mind though out of sight

Relying still on vanity

To throw the dying deity

Stale crumbs of hope, a cloak of rags

No longer silent, still time drags

Slowly at first, from out of night

Indulged by iridescent light

Creep patience, hope & charity

That oh, so rare commodity

Sought by us all, but rarely found

A single flower on stony ground

A simple sign, a future told

A love to grow, as we grow old