Narrative

She bore her melancholic face 
With a shrieking heart 
And a tottering body 
She journeyed with the wind 
To watch solitarily in the wood. 
With life she plays no romance 
The other seems a better offer 
Her love had no eyes 
Which made hazy the knell 
Till the sword pierced her heart. 
There infirmly she sat 
To laugh in pain over the past 
To revolve her dark life 
And tears against the beast 
Who ginned her heart in a pillory. 
She stared into nothing 
Oblivion of all without. 
She gapped into the unseen, 
She is a solitary watcher 
Whom the archer showed no mercy. 
Where do the broken heart go, 
Do they ever find their way home? 
Oh solitary watcher! 
Lend thy heart to time 
To show mercy and to mend.

SOLITARY WATCHER