Shadow of a City

She lies there in wait
One day, he will
Ride a horse
From yonder
Amidst the dust,
The sound of hooves

And the long wait
Will reach its zenith

Till then, she will lie
Battered and bruised
Shaken to the core
Ravaged, again and again
A dozen times
Not by men,
A more vicious thrust

She is bleeding,
her clothes torn apart
And her listless hair
Blow across her face
Hide, they can't
The resilience,
the set jaw betrayed

But the spirit is now weakening
She has seen many evenings
Her shadow has moved
A countless rotations around her
While the dust swirls
She waits
The stark look in her eyes

Still
Very still...