Washed away with the tide
Memories of him still abide
On the shores of yesterday

Like a statue she stands
As the currents expand
Waiting to take her away

A castle in the distance
Reaches out with insistence
She waits by the side of the shore

Filled with a sadness
She slips into madness
Vowing to love never more

Dressed in black, she does mourn
From her soul, she is torn
All that she hoped for, destroyed

Jagged rocks rake her feet
As she sighs in defeat
Her heart now a cold, lifeless void

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