She watched out the window,

Watched as the sun rose.

Glistening drops on grass blades,

Soaking her in her woes.

The sun soon reached high noon,

Kissing the tallest cloud.

She watched as it melted her love,

Her cries weren’t heard aloud.

Evening came like graceful cats,

Smooth and slow and stern.

Watching she was as it hide her shame,

For which he desired and yearned.

The moon was hidden in the sky,

The stars the only light.

The tale of her secrets she watched,

Words dancing through the night.

The sun rose again, as it did each morn,

It’s game it comes to play.

Repeat the horror of her foes,

The twist, her stature made of clay.