Fair Maiden

The lady whom you do so seek,
has fallen from her grace.
her words turned to ash when she did so speak,
and her arms did reach but never grasping solid space.
So you say she was your heart,
I fear that can not be.
Her soul is shredded; torn apart,
has been tossed into the ever-changing sea.
A fair maiden as herself, she was lucky to have your love,
though to see her die alone, though not a sin in my home of hell; but to others whom live above.