She Who Waits In Lone Vigil

She Who Waits in Lone Vigil

Deep within the stormy windswept eve of twilight,
enshrouded within the obsidian haze of ethereal night,
upon the sea swept craggy rocks,
she stands in lone vigil,
waiting for an endless eternity.
And as solemn eyes scan the distant horizon
for a sign, any sign,
of he, whom she has awaited for so long,
stoically she stands against
the rising tides of the raging seas,
a single isle amongst an ocean of endless nothing,
bound by her cascading heart of fluttering emotions,
and rooted to the singular rock formation upon which she waits.

She will wait for an eternity,
for a moment that will never come.
For he is long gone, lost to the momentary wrath of the sea,
and she is but a specter, a shadow of her former self,
bound to the edge of a reality
she clings to, but does not belong to.
Such is sometimes the absolute price,
for a lost and forlorn love.