Magdalene (10)

Her wedding happened,
Formality dimming
The brazen light
Of her floating world.

Now, decisions
Would be made,
Finality descending,
Like a rabid eagle,
Upon weightless chance.

Escorted to the
Resting place
Of unbending oaths
And exit-proof promises,
She would learn
To wander
Into the craggy patches
Of her restless mind.