She...

And so she walks beneath the evening sky
Her lumbering gait-
Her vanity imbibed.

She moves with a flicker
Like the evanescent time
With eyes that soak in ages of pride.

She says not a word
Not a soul does she find
She looks no more for a world in her stride.

Not a door to knock
Nor a path to return
She looks for a key, that wouldn’t unlock.

And so she walks beneath the evening sky
Her sinister world
With that dwindling hope entwined.