She Shall

And so she shall write in her blood, love.
For it was all she ever desired.
For it was this she was denied.
And so she shall write in her blood, lonely.
For it was all she ever despised.
For it was this she was supplied.
And so she shall cry out, why?
For it was all she could weep.
For it was this she found brought her sleep.
And so she shall have dreamless slumber.
For it was all her mind could give her of peace.