Dont Ask!

The colour of the water seemed to dispel the beauty and the solitude that could be derived thereby. It looked dirty and stale, unloved and uncared for. Her troubled mind seemed to find succour in its poor state for even though her life was to end soon, her children to be thrust to the futherest end of the earth to war an unknown battle, she had memories of love, memories of joy but this water looked deprived.
The pleasantness of youth, and the memories of being young and wild had held her together these very weirisome years. Ohh how the days had raced swiftly through her mind...her days as a young heiress growing to the lady of the house..
The joy of young bride... the pride of a mother..... all GONE!
She looked down at her reflection. Her face had aged since she was last by this bank, her soft bright eyes had been replaced by calm weary eyes. Her tight soft rose scented skin had wrinkled rather well...[she mocks herself as her mind tries to recollect the last time she put on her favourite rose scented perfume. what had life made her?
She had dreams of bright summers, of racing her trusted steed across the country side. She had been the queen of her world, the centre of all attraction...and now, look at her, her home was now in rumble....her brothers died at war....and her sons...
A slow tear fell from her eyes and her heavy heart heaved, but for heavy restraint, she would have been sobbing aloud. She slowly crouched at the water’s edge and stared into the distance, pushing her fears as far as she possibly could. The cold wind hissed as it bit her face, stinging her eyes. She shut them and for a moment she felt the peace and quiet she yearned for.