Riddles in her eyes,

question in her head,

sadness in her heart,

she feels just dead.

Her heart in longing for

a forbidden something.

Is the world ready for

a Lady of the Ring?

No, it is not

and it will never be

someone has to suffer

so now, it is she

All days she mourns,

all nights she cries.

Everyday is dark

inside she dies.

Her world bleeds to death,

too quick, maybe,

to her pain it will lead

but she is still a lady.