She knelt in the fog, Hoping for elsewhere To take her somewhere, Anywhere, But here. Her curls lifted From the surrounded shade About her forehead, Auburn in each strand, Loosened by each tress. She fled, While she bled, Soon as she lifted Herself, to see the moon. All of love Deprived, from her, From the solace, in her heart. I see two blue eyes Making way To further dismay. We leave the moon To mark her, in the darker Elements, that take her, Then leave her With the stains upon her mind, While she remains, safe and blind. We curl embers, About her fading shoulders, Washing her form in a sentencing To a bitterness, Towards a meagerness, In the falling droplets from her eyes.