She waited at the window
in her night-time clothes
for her night in shining armor
to give her a rose.
She waited at the window
with her one-track mind
so maybe she'd get
what she'd tried to find.
She waited at the window
in pity and spite
after waiting and waiting
all Satan-damned night.
She waited at the window
with tears in her eyes
silently contemplating
her own slow demise.
She was waiting at the window
with nothing left to say
when the blade came down
and bled her away.
Shirihjah Tari