Posted on December 2, 2008 at 4:24pm
She stands alone. Alone and waiting. Eyes dim with age, seeing more clearly than the young. Mute, she speaks volumes to those who will listen. She shuffles carefully over broken stones as she wanders with a gnarled hand holding staff. She is here, she is gone. Her cold breath surrounds. Watchful, waiting. Death or life... rebirth. She waits.