She waits, her cell her prison.
She breathes, her breaths for him.
Alone, she waits,
Alone, she sits.
Alone she whispers his name.
Her eyes smolder flame in darkened cell,
Her heart beats rock in soulless chest.
Wrapped in demons, falling into despair,
Her lips form the word that keeps her alive.
Alone, she whispers his name.
Years pass in resending thumps,
Days blend into one single
Nightmare.
But she knows,
She knows,
She knows he will come,
Feels he will come.
Her yearning burns in the chasms of her heart,
Sustains her through dark moans and wild laughter.
Insanity unbounded by chains.
Screams of dreams past-forgotten,
Laughs of horrors to come,
Echoes through the halls like a piano.
Never flagging, never faltering,
she rants in shrill unstable tones.
But alone, she whispers his name.
The walls fall, the flames burn,
The fire on her arm a cackling glory.
He comes, he is there.
She feels her yearning doused in gas,
Flares into the sky from her wand.
He does not look at her,
His cold voice rips her dreams away,
Shreds her love like flesh.
He does not love her,
He does not need her.
But she dies with a smile,
Because alone, she whispered his name.