As the wind blows
And the brilliant leaves
Of another Autumn
Swirl in a maddened maze
The love of a woman
Is torn haphazardly
From her heart
Saddened and distraught
And depressed and lost
She stands before his grave
In the gray evening with no Moon
Only gray clouds
That reflect the bitterness
Of her heart
And she stands
And thinks
Of all that could have been
And how it should have been
How Immortality is cruel
Crueler even than death
But crueler still
Is the hand
That wove the fate
That destined her
To watch him grow old
To watch him wither
From the deathless warrior
To an old man crippled
From years of war
And years of life
Burdened on him
And she stares
At the stone coffin
And the statue
Of the Once-Warrior
And imagines that he lives
And imagines that it was false
Imagines that he is alive
And her immortality
Is also his
And they can live
And never face death
And never face Age
And never be seperated
By the unknown....
But imagination isn't reality
And she lets another tear fall
And walks away
To the woods
To bury her grief alone
In the shadows