Forgotten

She stands in the vacuum,
That is The Lonely,
Her eyes, her sentinels,
Awash with tears.

Translucent skins reveals,
Her inner fragility,
And none bear witness to this fleeting insight,
Before she fades.

For she is without consequence,
Her substance lost as unbeheld,
As disinterest has judged her,
An unworthy vessel.

Thus quietly doth she traverse,
To the land of The Forgotten,
No cries doth she emit,
For cries unheard, she knows are in vain.