Her way.

Her vision foresees the enchantment,
The ale and the night.
Her shadow incomplete,
Knitting in the ashes, as she moves again.

A forty other years,
She's looked behind tonight,
Powerless.
Its her night to cry.

Forfeit her song,
When the baby cries.
He takes her by the hand,
And foots step on cold sand.

The night she drifted,
From the adopted shore.
She's never looked back.

At the sun she stare,
That was her way.
What could have been the past,
No heed she pays.