Solitude

Alone she lived

In the great manor house.

Without a single being;

Nor to love

neither to talk.

Darkness was 

her greatest pal,

the chattering windows 

her sole company.

Waiting for that blessed moment,

when at last she'd be free.

When that soothing arm,

would reach from above.

Then for the last time 

shed cry; scream and shout.

Not in pain but relief.

The light in her teary eyes,

would fade away;

Replaced by the depth of eternity.

Her sound would echo around,

waiting to be heard by someone dear.

At last when her soul leaves,

with none to cry or mourn,

tears would ebb

down the cold cheeks.

And for the final time,

she'd beg for forgiveness

that she craves above all

She had chosen to be alone;

lest they discern

her dark and lurid sin.

Alone she lived

In the great manor house,

in remorse and regret.

Counting down her own days...