Siluett

The horn sounded too loudly Just above her head It was a relic of the old empire That lingered upon the ship, itself a relic Those days were gone now She zipped up her jacket and shivered She paced the deck amongst the other people The sun was low on the horizon Orange The crowds were waiting for the ship to embark It would be soon A new life awaited her She stood at the rail and squinted into the reddening glow She prepared to jump The future beckoned