Like a damsel in distress, she cried
Reaching out for her knight
Who stood in shining armour upon a bridge.
Yet when he saw her screaming for help,
He turned away
As though she was never there.

And as all the civilians walked by
Seeing the girl who cried and cried
For a man who never loved her
The way she loved him,
She began to realise that
Not everything had a soulmate
Not everyone was made to fall in love,
Some people were plainly just made
To die.