Upon yonder hill
'neath grey skies
broken walls of a keep
mere rubble to the eyes
Yet deep in it's soul
among shattered stones
remnants of spectre
she wanders alone
An apparition condemned
a repetitive task
the futile rebuilding
a monumental task
Gathering scattered stones
in long slender hands
blood and pain for mortar
many a wall to still mend
Icy sepulcher for her bed
broken remnants for a throne
reigns in this dark world
of eternal silence, ever alone.