An Artless Girl

What do I write about her a girl artless mundane fading years don't heal her scar can't bury her smoldering pain. Yet can't keep her out of mind shut her behind closed door time and again a place she finds her face comes to the fore. A bird she was dreaming a nest a home and cold night's hearth one shoulder to perch for rest a caring heart to berth. How cruel is the worldly way that denies a soul of peace shatters a life leads hopes astray grants not the smallest wish. For one night the moon was hers stars bloomed in her eyes till dreams broke by a monstrous curse lay dead in the first sunrise. She still lives a lonely spinster on the ashes of long dead fire her empty heart begs not a care love she never aspires.