inked hopes blackened on a charred page
sent on the scent of love and sage
do dreamt lives end before their start?
questions asked in a world apart

smoke that stirs from familiar wicks
into their glow her thoughts affix
sacred depths of a woman’s heart
a shrine kept in a room apart

her story told in quietude
a torment shared in solitude
a goddess’ song with notes to impart
and chords that’d tear trite men apart

I wrote this with syllabic quatrains.