There She sits
Upon Her throne of Secrets,
Surrounded by Her veil of Memories Forgotten,
Is the Lady of the Lost.
She is made of all that has been Forgotten,
So She may not Forget...
All that She has been through,
All that She has seen,
All that She has Felt.
The look in Her soft, unusual, green eyes
Is that of Pain.
Her delicate, Cold hands hold the Dagger of Lies.
Her golden blonde hair, worn long and straight,
Has been entwined with the Jewels of Sadness.
Her Heart Sown Shut with the Threads of Time.
And No One knows Why or When She was Lost.
No One knows what She has Felt.
No One knows all the Pain She has been through,
Or how much Pain She still Feels.
No One knows all the Reasons of Why Her Heart has been Broken,
For there are many.
No One knows Who the girl She Use To be Was,
Or Who She has Truly Become.
She sits on Her throne,
Surrounded by Her veil, Everyday.
She's so far from Everyone else.
Isolated by Her Thoughts,
Her Feelings,
Her Trials.
She's so Lost from the World.
And little does She know
She may soon be Found.
For One Boy has become so Close,
So Close to Finding this Lady of the Lost,
He just doesn't know how Close He is.
And He has yet to Learn
Of all the Suffering,
All the Tribulations,
All the Pain
That it will take to Find Her.
And so it is
That this girl I have Described ...
This Lady of the Lost ...
Is Me.
