Trapped in Stained Glass I

 In a cathedral old, a tale of sorrow,

A vision of beauty, trapped in tomorrow.

A young maiden's image, in glass pane confined,

Her tender heart aching, a love left behind.

In vibrant colors, her story unfolds,

A mosaic of sadness, eternally told.

The sunbeams entwine through her vibrant cage,

Illuminating the tears, marking her age.

She gazes afar, her hope starts to wane,

Each passing day brings a heavier chain.

Her spirit, once strong, now flickers and fades,

As the weight of her prison in darkness cascades.

Her emerald eyes hold the depths of her soul,

A story of love, a loss uncontrolled.

The memory of a touch, a whisper of a name,

The echo of laughter, forever aflame.

Once bound by passion, a love so divine,

Their hearts interwoven, a fate intertwined.

Yet fate intervened, a cruel twist of the knife,

The window her tomb, her spirit in strife.

The shadows cast on her, as day turns to night,

Her visage consumed by the darkening light.

Through the hours, she weeps in silence confined,

Her longing for freedom, a tormenting grind.

In each moonbeam's caress, a flicker of hope,

A touch of the love, for which she still gropes.

Alone in her anguish, she yearns for release,

To break from her glass cell, and find lasting peace.

A beautiful young woman, in glass pane ensnared,

In the cold grasp of pathos, a love undeclared.

Forever entombed in her crystalline shrine,

Her heart held captive by a love most divine.