ALONE

With tears of glass,
Each sob worth a thousand,
A girl at the bottom of the sea,
Cries and cries,
With hair of white,
Cascading down her slender figure,
Pale skin like snow,
Cold to the touch,
Paralysing blue eyes,
Hidden by water turning to crystal,
She looks not a day past sixteen,
But has the soul of a thousand year old,
She lives by herself in the burning city,
Galvadon,
Where no light touches,
And no people roam,
She is all alone.