The Lady

Forever she waits, silent to the bone,
Waiting for her promise to come,
Singing a note of no tone,
For she knows she has no true power.

How can thee, a symbol, lie in wait?
An end, so true, has not come.
For two hundred years, she has pondered her fate.
But, alas, none have come to deliver it.

A torch with no light she holds in her hand,
Ne’er to burn without its fuel,
She stands still on her tall stand,
Her promise still carved below her.

A smile will turn to a frown,
No matter what the efforts of men,
For she looks o’er a sinful town,
That does not notice her despondency.

Why do they keep her waiting?
Her stone hands grow cold still.
Her power now is fading,
Monumental nothing, to soon become.