Before she knew or realised

His mark had then been made

Mesmerised and compromised

His words they danced, they swayed

Curious she felt herself

To question all before

She withdrew, she had to do

Her soul cried out for more

So should she steer this trepid course

And dare adventure’s scorn

Or now bestow a closing line

Forever thence to mourn?

To wonder in those moments when

We wonder what we may

Have been or done, and so begun

That price she now must pay

Heed you well this girl’s lament

That inquisitive regret

Fear not dark shadows of your mind…but

Requiem’s grey silhouette