In the bell tower she waited …
Her precious love to see …
The moss dripped down like tattered lace
The wind blew wild and free
The moon, the stars like crystal …
Winked hard and bright above …
She listened for the slightest sound
To herald her true love.
Across the sky clouds scudded …
So high and wispy thin …
Like grave-worn, ragged death-shrouds
The wages of her sin
She leaned against the rampart …
Her hair streamed out behind …
She knew deep in her heart of hearts
The love she felt was blind
As minutes turned to hours …
She knew he would not be …
Returning to her open arms
Her one true love to be
The wind rushed cold around her …
She stepped upon the wall …
Still hoping in her deepest soul
His own would hear her call.
The moon watched, cold and callous …
She leapt silent from the wall …
There was no one to save her
To break her lonely fall
As she lay there pale and dying …
The brittle stars above …
Shone down with no compassion for
One who died from want of love