Too late, the great discovery
of all her children's blasphemies.
The clock was winding down into the void.
An utter state of loneliness
is all the fate a loveless life provides.
Searching in her memories.
The feel of love began to flee
from all the dusty things she held so high.
Life withering amid the springtime skies.
The ending of her life come all too soon.
Too late, the great discovery,
of all the loving need she left behind...

? Michaelette ?