Intrepid Faith

Softly, she does lie

upon floor of scarlet;

counting time as slayer,

for to return.



Quickly, she scribbles

in her booklet;

longing words of

hope and concern.



Yet, in the distance

footsteps on the snow;

haunting memoirs

for young mind at play.



Curdled charm,

a love no longer aglow;

on heartstrings loneliness

always betrays.



Whispers of vengeance lie spilled

upon a smothered floor, forlorn.

Cozy feeling gone,

new autumn chilled.



In longest hour,

fate will be no more,

reborn.



She trudges through a thick fog,

with markings of decay;

flash gentle smile,

eternal smog,

her faith breaks

through the day.