She lost her love, and her heart was worn with tears.
She called to her dearest steed, the magical one,
hers only, no one else can see.
As soon as she swung onto the steed's back, torches and flames appeared.
It was then, by the flames light, the bridge appeared out of the night.
The bridge to nowhere, the bridge where broke hearts are healed.
Her steed turned and she rode onto the bridge and into the night.
The Bridge To Nowhere
by Linda Caricofe