She stands abandoned on the cliffs.
Waves breaking themselves at her feet
cough up such spumes of spray
the atmosphere chokes.
Tall she stands, and resolute.
Though beauty has not fled her form,
the gears of time have corroded
its illustrious presence.
Hope's beam no longer lights these
shores with grace. Her purpose has
fallen with the sun. Beyond the waves.
Dark hair streaming in the wind,
she lays aside her clothes.
Leaps into emptiness.
The ocean swallows her whole.
They'll find her body in the morning.