She waits under a sunburned sky, a woman in her primes,
Waiting for the day to dawn, to wake her up from her denial.
He would come, she says, but little does she know,
That despair is his only pride, and death his bride.
A long lost war, a shielded window of shattered faith,
Now she waits for her man to come, to save her from her fate.
Gods would show me favour, and let me be one with him,
But oh great sea, why did you steal his soul from me.
Is it madness that counts, or the love that kills,
For she stood there thousands of days, waiting for him still.
He won't come, the village echoed, crushing the last piece of hope,
He won't come, for he is one with death, sang the multitude aloud.
By the sea she stood, but why did you take him from me,
For an aching heart you have given me, and an eye devoid of tears.
Ages passed and soon the village forgot, forgot about the woman,
Until one sunny day, she came home, huddled in a casket of her own.
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