Ribbons of Despair

The air moist from teardrops
Of a willow
Her flowing hair
Hanging limply to the ground
Wavering in the cool breeze.
Hope faded from her soul
Faith from her smile
Color from her skin
Tossed aside in the cruel waves
Of fate.
The gaping wound
Too much to bear
An everlasting heart
Eternally skewered
By the iron will
Of man.