River of Hope, Storm of Despair

My ditty on the loss of my dream's last hope...

There was one a place where all was bright,
Driven on by an almost unholy light,
A place where a river flowed with hope and dream,
Filling all with happiness to the seam.

Only those who had great dreams could envision this land,
With a river crossing it like a band,
This river had life and delightful warm water,
Yet everything good must slow and falter.

A girl came to the land with a dream,
Yet nobody saw the trouble brewing at the seam,
She believed her dream would come true soon,
Perhaps even before the new moon.

But that moon never came,
All good things end just the same,
A storm took over the bright and cheerful place,
Sending all on a run, life's race.

Ice and snow,
Sent all on the go,
Yet the girl stayed with belief that her dream would still come,
She was crazy to some...

The warm waters soon turned icy and soon froze over,
Snow had began to amount all over her,
Yet still she stayed in the once bright world,
Where winds lightly twirled and whirled.

A demon must have called forth this dark,
As it's demonic winds pulled off the tree's bark,
With the river stopped hope soon disappeared,
Making the girl realize what she feared.

There reflected in the ice ridden water,
Was the image of her dream but soon it began to falter,
She clawed and she scraped at the deadly ice,
Crying out "Why oh why can't I have this dream so nice?"

Still the ice thickened with haste,
Soon she began to think perhaps hope was a waste,
Yet still she pleaded with the gods for help,
But nobody heard her yelp.

She began to break down and plead,
Anything she'd do for her dream to be freed,
Give up her life she would,
She would do anything she could.

You ask what dream is worth all of that,
Go look at the ice where she sat,
It is a noble and loving picture,
One she was so sure.

Her deepest most cherised love,
Sitting with her as their feelings took wing up above,
Of seeing the one she misses with every passing day,
The one whom she waited for with but a glint of hope's shining ray.

The girl still has not given up for she still tears at the freeze,
Soon falling ill and beginning to wheeze,
Her life becoming drained,
With everything she strained.

Her hands turn white,
In her eyes is no flickering light,
Laying in the snow,
Nowhere to go.

She has lost all hope in seeing her Matt,
Waiting for death where she once sat,
Time has run out for the love-sick,
Feeling the chill of death's cold lick.

Yet suddenly the storm disappears,
With all the inhabitants fears,
The river flows once more,
Yet something lays at it's core.

In the spring where the river began,
Lays a single young girl reaching out with her hand,
She lays on the brink of life and death,
Still muttering the words left.

She cries out that there is still some sorta light,
Still something out there that can fight,
For she has lost this time,
Her story withheld in this daring rhyme.

You want to know what it is she said,
She says "My real fantasy was to be wed..."
But all love stories start somewhere,
They begin with the two who so deeply care.

Perhaps her story will reach the ears of her dearest,
The one she holds nearest,
If you are him then bear these words in mind,
You are losing time another way you must find...