She sat soft in a quiet room,
With nothing but her thoughts.
On her brow a weighty crown,
To matched her weighted heart.
She lived along a silent voice,
Who followed her step for step.
One by one the voice would take,
Til only one held dear was left.
She hid herself so far away,
Where the voice was sure to chase her.
Of those she loved she sought to hide,
Though she feared she moved too late.
She raised her head to the open door,
Whence came the fateful news.
Only she could hear the voice,
Tears shed to cover silent mockery.
She watched with sorrow as the fire grew,
Wept for those she’d loved and lost.
Over her cries the voice spoke still,
Truth echoed in its everlasting harmony.
Inspired by a writing prompt from Writing Prompt Generator.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020