Sixteen shades of sorrow on a starless night with no escape to dawn.
She hugged the sand; she cursed the storm for sixteen days and no tomorrows.
Mourning friends who fled and love that died stillborn…
A lifetime miming, hiding from the touch that claims
And unchains her from the lie that was her past.
A hollow tear lay drying behind the mask, behind the veil, behind the vizor…
And somewhere spiteful spirits laughed at her — the last survivor.
Because she’d always been, would always be, alone.