The lonely spell

No one wants to be alone

An isle of woe within a soul,
wistful spurts soars upon its core,
her heart beats on mounting a chime,
using a rhythm on erratic glide.

So peace she scour under the sky,
a prince shall ride to this wench side,
flowers in both hands, knees on the ground.
Alive comes a smile, her face shall spark.

So whence was it we had a birth,
of a relationship, that warms two hearts,
a lady blushes, a man's pride soars,
upon a sky without his bounds.

But envious eyes we know are just so wry,
they wish the glitter be washed in grime,
wiped off was her smile,
oh god He died!
Now drenched in tears.
Oh god she cries!

So in her danky room, she chose a corner,
its a lonely spell, she seeks her smile.
But beside him it lies, in his grave yard.
Oh such despair, she mourns at large.

She'd pay with her soul to bring him to life.