Her end..

Looking out through shattered glass..
Vision now misted since what now seems like forever..
She holds herself from falling back..

Castles she had build..
Were now falling down..
Each pillar of strength..
Now flat on ground..

Her eyes requested just one night blessed..
And time flashed by..
Memories stood erased…

Grain by grain..
She lost her land..
Her dreams lay slay..
Slipping off with sand..

And she looked around..
Some time since she was choked..
Did her heart stop..
Or did the world pace slowed..

And numb now she looked..
At her own blood ..
She wondered if pain knew she longs..
And if the battle guards saw her surrender..

And as she picked up another mask for another day..
She chose the best smile..
With the brittle most clay..


And then she stood there..
With winds of passion blowing..
stinging her as they passed…
she stared at the fork knife offered..
and moments which didn’t last ..

a new road looked back at her..
she looked away..
not because she couldn’t see a future ahead..
but her naked feet went weak as numb veins bled..

everywhere around..
she could see castles falling down..
with every dream now slayed..
she found peace in shackled ground..

grain by grain..
her sand now lost..
she finds smile..
in her heart’s lost bout..

tears always in her eyes..
with nobody to notice..
she refused to try..
and as she stepped ahead..
blood stains made sense..