A Woman and Her Despair

There once was a woman who brood in her very darkness. The swirling clouds of her deepest despair. Melancholy was her truest friend. Ravens flocked around her lonely stature, where she perched on her lover's headstone to think and ponder. The sky above her was gloaming red. Lonely leaves flew past her in a breeze. There she sat at his headstone in a trance when her anxious ticks arose at last. Looking back on her exquisite memories of when she had a twinkle of hope. Though it wasn't as fond as you may think, for when she was in her younger days, she had an incident. An incident that changed her very core. Never again will she seem so innocent, When insomnia came knocking at her front door. She had always begged for him to stay away, yet he came bursting through some more. Never to be innocent when he defiled her very soul.