Her widow’s peak of bloodline old,
Posed many a question on a story untold,
An allegory from the caves of yore,
Her visage, a shadow of mystic allure.
With time and tide moving from her shores,
She swept up the pieces of an era bygone,
The raging torrents of shadows past,
Now gentle whispers in twilight cast.
Those emerald pools of depths unknown,
Now soft with the shine of a newborn song,
The stranglehold of the turret and cloth,
A transient cloud on the road to dawn.
Moments and memories in a world brand new,
Flitting and floating, beckoning its due,
She danced on fearless, having arrived,
At the gates of freedom – undulating tide.