Equinox

She scoffed at love, who wished so to believe,

Sometimes, she'd take her heart down from its shelf

To briefly wear it on her cynic sleeve -

But, knowing that she could not give herself,

Her heart was never given, simply lent

To others for awhile (for hope dies hard).

It stayed intact, without the slightest dent,

(Though hearts are fragile); Ever on her guard,

She would not hesitate to snatch it back

If one small threat should sound a shrill alert;

Within her fortress, safe for all attack,

She sometimes wept that she could not be hurt.

Love came. The walls came down. She laughed; she cried,

And walked with Gods until the day she died.