She waited for you.
Blew with arctic stillness.
Hummed with jagged quiescence.
Her nights seemed never ending.
Amaranthine was the closing of day.
A particular void seeped within.
And her thousand moments of life seem to fall untouched.
Crowded walls seem unlived.
Her desolate core seemed to fire.
While sporadic placements of the souls were aligned.
"I pray my soul be placed