She Walks in Duty

She walks in duty,
On the way to the gallows; to the drum beat
And in her eyes lie the emptiness that would fill an abyss
No soft smile dares to cross her lips...

She walks all alone....
The ones she counted on have all gone
Each zephyr on its separate merry way having blown
The sense and spirit of own.

She walks in obligation,
Bound by the gordian knot
Destined to fail, destined to fall
It's true; before pride, hope goes before a fall.