Under the Rocks by the Lake

I knew it was going to rain, when I saw the expression,
spiralling out of control she was in a depression.
This is the underworld, but it wasn't Hade's place,
it was ruled by the shadows of the gangster face.
To strive alive, she strove hard to survive,
as they sought to deprive her of all and connive.
She was shown no mercy, it was all so live,
she was exploited by the bees for the honey in her hive.
She was an object of desire by no choice of her own,
on fire, perspire, her work made her moan.
In this darkness she waited, afraid and alone,
but she held out hope for a time to go home.
She was missed by no one, it was as if she never were,
in silence she took it in, but she screamed for sure.
It was by chance that I stumbled upon her story,
and immediately I was drawn to her with a worry.
I was in the area, but I was not here for the honey,
she came over to give, in exchange for my money.
Yet she soon realized, I wasn't there for her meat,
so she got in my car, and she sat in my seat.
We started to meet often, I think I was in love,
she told me stories, that gave my reality a shove.
In the dead of the night, we would sit on the rocks,
she preferred the lake, for our moonlight talks.
She told me of a story of a woman taken away,
hidden in the world where the light doesn't stray.
She said it was her friend that disappeared one day,
5 years ago, she was taken to play.
It was of this story she often talked the most,
it was only later I realized that she was a ghost.
5 years ago, she vanished as if into air,
but she was an escort, so who really cared?
Under the rocks by the lake, her killers hurried,
where we sat and talk, is where she was buried.
She searched far and wide for someone to care,
about where she had gone and how she had fared.
Under the rocks by the lake, I came to listen,
but today I was here on a different mission.
I found the remains that were ravaged by time,
but the clock was the rapist only after the crime.
I was her rock and she's buried with me,
she gave me her sorrow, she told me her plea.
Under the rocks by the lake, while the moon is still bright,
she has faded away, she is no longer in sight.