She sat alone balanced atop
Her mournful tower of doubt.
Below she saw an endless drop,
No place for hope to sprout.

Despair came fast and gripped her heart
In grief, forlorn, she cried.
The pain she held right from the start
Betrayed her tragic eyes.

Above the sky held no reprieve,
As darkness clamours in,
For her no soul would weep or grieve;
Her nameless faceless kin.

But in the black she heard a noise;
Reverberating tears –
The anguished shrieks bereft of poise
Confirming all her fears.

Her tower stood, a slew of stone
Not lone but one of lots,
Each apiece a lonely throne
In bleak and dreary spots.

And now at last she saw the truth
The dark forest had hid,
There’s no escape, from death to youth
No matter what she did.