She was quiet and relentless about her current scene. The spell was cast, the day had past and she would permit no one in to see. Her tragedy was real but the way life was being seen, it was in her past that love was cast and no one seen her words. She permits the view and no one sees the sights. It’s in her might to walk with light and leave the dark behind. She cast a different spell this time, one that would last through time. She must resists the single twists that time has cast in her sights. Love was on her mind, but hate was ravaging her heart. Spells were cast from a distant mass and truths were sent to hide. The light was no where near, but time was all she feared it was running fast and not in the past but the present daylight went unfound.