On the watchtower she stood.
*****.
Arms reaching to the sorry sky.
The sorry sky that cried.
Flowing hair tussled by the storm winds.
She's watching out.
As a sentinel she's guarding her heart from further pain.
A mariner creature she was.
Sailed on love's stormy seas.
Now washed up on the shore.
After being dashed upon sharp rocks.
Just once.
Once was enough.
She is soft.
Tender, no iota of tough.
She adored him.
She swears her love won't melt.

She will never love again.
Her heart is stone.
Protected.
For unholy pain, damaged her love beyond relief.
Where only angels fear to tread.
Only there,
This lady's love will leave it's head.
And there forever, her brazen head shall lay.
Wanting nothing more than lust.
Her heart tho made of stone.
Now smashed into smithereens of dust.
Broken, shattered all illusions.
That solitary witch.
Insensate as only true love lost!
By ladylivvi1

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