Lament to the Shadows

She waits under cover of darkness,
undeserving of the sun’s luster.
Her form that of a withering carcass,
No will remains to muster.

Undeserving of the sun’s luster,
she contemplates her moral blunder.
No will remains to muster
these idyllic boundaries, torn asunder.

She contemplates her moral blunder,
regret tainting all that has transpired.
These idyllic boundaries, torn asunder
for the sake of one admired.

Regret tainting all that has transpired,
A letter of scarlet she now will bear
for the sake of one admired.
All hope of love she will forswear

A letter of scarlet she now will bear
as she waits under cover of darkness.
All hope of love she will forswear,
her form that of a withering carcass.