Alone, she stood, upon a tall, green hill
Waiting there, she stood as still as a stone
Upon the fields, so far by man untilled
With weeds and grass, it had been overgrown
She gave not a sign of light or of life
She was made of marble, so it did seem
She gave not a sign of loss or of strife
Or acknowledgement of long-shattered dreams
It was certain to her that she had lost
All the things that she had ever worked for
She'd gambled everything, too great a cost
And now she stood there, waiting for a door
And though she'd lost everything hers to keep
She did not e'er consent herself to weep.
Author's Note:
This was inspired by J.R.R. Tolkein's "The Lord of the Rings"; I couldn't sleep, and my mind was just crawling with ideas after I finished. I think I might have had Eowyn in mind, but I'm not quite sure. In any case, this represents a character I haven't quite created yet, but am in the creation stages of . . . not much more to say about that.