the inky tears

spilled like no other day

a familial, a god, and a princess

left on a journey

which we could not follow

all the love in the world

would not return them to us

all the prayers in the world

went unanswered

for we know not why

when mortals die

and we can’t turn time

there’s no reason or rhyme

that we are left

behind

Fortune Favours Few – December 2016

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm