Picture Prompt Poetry II

She knew it was over when the call came through
No words or prayers will ever bring him back.
This blood struck-eyed truth she could not call untrue

Her world was painted fear but not of lack.
He was right across her when he made the vow.
The goodness she knew left this world with Jack

I on the other hand cannot explain how
Nor show her the quick way out of this grey way.
He left the stage noticed and without a bow

For years to come, she will remember this day
That turned a fine soul into a pot of rage
And changed her faith, and asked her to fade away.

Life for her has become a candle on stage
Left to the wind but protected by a cage.

Miidong