• Her heart is breaking, like shattered crystal;
    fragments reflecting the pain and love therein.
    Her soul cries and the tears fall gently;
    lonely in the dark, she waits for the end.

    Though the arrow was shot from her own bow,
    the pain was not less than should it fly from another.
    Her Lord the reason for the release,
    and his like she'll find in no other.

    They'd known each other for many years,
    but the discord between them abounded as of late.
    Her lord became displeased and spoke,
    his frustration causing the quake.

    She'd known what she had to do,
    and against her will departed in the night.
    Their friendship courting danger,
    she prayed her lord would see the light.

    She didn't want to lose him now,
    but they wouldn't speak until he sent word.
    It was the only thing she could do,
    and still she waits for the mourning bird.

    It broke her heart to leave him so,
    but she hadn't the power to make him see;
    He had been everything to her,
    and always would be.