The gate holds little interest
For those seeking
Selfish pleasure.
And yet they do not realize...
They mock the
Sacred bond of Friendship,
Some forsaking Love itself.
So careless...
So easy...
For them^@ that is...
Not so for her.
Each adventurer passing by
Drives a Sliver of Ice
Into her heart.
One by one they seal her fate,
Multiplying doubts,
Destroying trust.
She turns from her
Vantage Point,
Praying for blindness,
Trying desperately to
Avoid the inevitable.
Yes always, she must look back,
Search their eyes,
The mirror of the soul-
Finding nothing.
Weeping in bitter agony,
Endless suffering...
Begging for at least One
To look beyond the rust,
To clear away the thorns,
To discover the key within
The true, shining soul,
The banisher of ancient doubt,
The preserver of a
Friendless maiden.
Creaking hinges
Revealing the splendor
Of an Untried Heart,
A hidden beauty.
Alas, her dreams fade
And she looks on,
Afraid to hope,
Ever-vigilant in her watch
Over
The Gate of Broken Promises.