Star-Crossed Soul

Above, the winds blew sorrowful

Tears from the weeping sky, 

Which wet the hair of that woeful 

Girl who sunk her head to hide

Beneath the shelter of her brow,

So no one’s gaze could wonder how

That bruise beset her eye,

Though secretly she did desire

For just one stranger to enquire.

If help was wanted from his hand,

Transpire it never would,

And just as well, he won't amend, 

Nor could have understood

The ceaseless aching of her heart, 

Which hangs there ravaged, torn apart

Residing so for good.

The chance to save her star-crossed soul

Lies buried amongst the unearthed coal.