The dust was inches thick
Upon the cracked leather of her face—
She was not what he expected,
But then this whole bloody quest was a disgrace.

So now he knelt upon one knee
And bending down—he closed his eyes—
Placed a single kiss upon her cheek.

The silence was unbroken as before—
The corpse remained as dead.

What a way to learn
That women do not have eternity
To squander while they wait
For heroes who arrive one hundred years too late.