Love and War

She sits alone, in a quiet dark,

Waiting for one who will never return,

Empty ever since he wanted to embark,

Missing the only one she will ever yearn.

He was taken by hate, and hindrance,

By those to proud to compromise,

Now she has lost total essence,

And sits in wait of demise.

You don't know the sorrow,

Until it is upon you,

There is no tomorrow,

For this widow is through.

Soon she will join him above,

As she kills herself with love.