• The storm was wild and windy,
    Waves crashed,
    Rain lashed,
    Her hair was blown into the knots
    That framed her pearly face.

    The sky was her horror, her hell,
    A knife flashed,
    Her skin gashed,
    A singled blood tear ran down her damp cheek,
    To tell of the sorrow, of all that was her.

    The clouds were gray above her,
    Lightning slashed,
    Glass smashed
    And fell in crystals ‘round her.
    Colder than the rain that froze on her skin,
    The widow of winter waited for dawn.