Day gave in to night,
She sat alone on the vast steppes,
Untouched by cold starlight
And chilly moonbeams.
Her weeping,
A frantic mindless sound.
Her pain,
Palpable in the still night air.
She bemoaned betrayals and unrequited love
She sang of waiting
And cursed the years which passed her by.
For this was time without end,
Her song a lamentation
Borne by the strains of distant music
to unknown places,
For all eternity.
