She built her life like a cathedral, worshipping the days that brought her light and praising the nights that soothed her.
And inside sacred walls, she enshrined herself.
The kindled candles of her whispered prayers had cast a warm glow tonight.
But the cold wind threw the doors open. The light escaped, leaving nothing but darkness as winter's spoils.
How she nearly crumbled into the ground.
Desecrated and battle-worn, she was to be nothing but a monument of ruins.
Like tall, majestic spires,
she raised her hands up high.
And her words filled the air like bells that beckoned.
For though they brought down her walls,
the cornerstone still stands,
though on its own - for now.
And she will soon rebuild it.