Lost Hope

       
       
Lost Hope


She wandered around the slums, as the sun rose.
A small girl of 15, or so it appeared.
Her hair was deep, deep black. 
Her eyes were a strange
shade of blue. 
She had pale skin, very nearly white,
and unblemished. 
She wandered around the slums.
She started to sing, 
softly at first. The song
was low and mournful. Her song grew in volume as
she wandered. She sang of children 
dying 
and their
mothers living into old age.
She sang of war and the
widows and orphans He left behind. She sang of
Harsh winters and Starvation. 
She sang of Scorching Summers
and Drought. 
She sang of debilitating disease.
She sang of the deaths of good kings and the rise of tyrants.
She sang of the Death of Dreams, 
and the life afterwards.
She sang of Life and all that may go wrong. She sang
of lovers who proved False. 
She sang of Marred Beauty and her
Attendants. She sang of Youth and Old Age.
She sang on. 
She sang of Falsely accused Lovers and Separation. 
She sang. Darkness began to fall. She sang until the sun Faded
Her life Faded as did the Sun.

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