A lone Maiden stands on the pier
Untethered against the approaching storm
Mists spray her, winds freeze her
But still she stands, incapable of response
Waiting for the hurricaine to seize,
for the ocean to rise and meet her
She wasn't pretty or whitty or terrible funny
She never had it to turn men's heads
Never had fire in her eyes, power in her tone..
She was just her, and at one time,
it had seemed enough
There once was a man who stood beside her
Cradled her in his arms
Shielding her from the onslaught at the pier
He gave hope, made her smile, and then
The world seemed just fine
with no sea big enough to swallow them
But just as quickly as the blessing came
He disappeared
Engulfed in the mob, shoved to the back
Their jeering cries sounded ever the louder
Cheering for the suffering of the Maiden
and she did
She withered and shrunk
With each passing gale
Until in pure defense, her eyes and heart turned to stone
And so she stands still |