She grabs at each distraction,
in the hope that she might find
something that can ease the pain,
and fill her heart and mind.
...
Her maternal love was wasted.
No-one hears her when she cries
through the night for her lost babies,
and a life so full of lies.
...
The ravens in my mind are dying.
The people in my world are lying.
Nothing's for real - but scarlet on steel.
I'll endure the pain, until I can feel
...
And even now - I can't believe it,
but the potential's there -
that someone else could get inside my mind,
and make me care.
...
Can't analyse the type of love I feel
when all I want to do is scream: 'Don't die.'
It's not like Cancer. It just seems unreal -
and, even though, sure, I've been close myself, why
...
At seventeen, so radiant,
hair raven black, eyes emerald green -
the local lads, they just don't stand a chance.
Lucy's heart is in the village church -
...
There was an eclipse,
and a violent storm, on the afternoon
that Lucy Lightfoot disappeared.
Only Lucy's horse ever saw
...
It seemed a very heavy price to pay -
for seven pomegranate seeds, consumed.
Half of every year,
to be spent here, in the land of the dead.
...
The world is no less beautiful,
but life has taught her
harsh lessons - and some days,
it feels almost impossible
...