Beside the shore, she sat there weeping,
a lonely soul in deep despair.
The whippoorwills were softly sleeping,
the weeping willow unaware.

Her gown flowed dark with melancholia,
a fragile goddess, softly sobbing.
Moonlight swirled through sweet magnolia,
while jeweled tears kept slowly dropping.

Once held in arms of friend and lover—
his warmth, his vows, now turned to lies.
Two betrayals to uncover,
broke her heart and dimmed her skies.

Shattered faith and trust, forsaken,
all she’d dreamed, undone, defiled.
By cruel deceit, her soul was taken—
death now mirrored in her smile.

She walked into the water slowly,
leaving prints along the shore.
Waves received her pale and holy,
and sorrow sang forevermore.

Now at the edge, her lover lingers,
eyes hollow with a vacant stare.
He traces water with his fingers—
and longs to join her spirit there.