The Confounder

Traversing through the midnight squallor
Standing firm and growing taller
I met a worker, nay, a scholar
To be my night's best caller

Her eyes were pools of glistened water
Bruised like life had beat and fought her
This was someone's sister, daughter
Now only canon fodder

I tried to love her, true I did
I gave my heart and cast my bid
When I looked, I found she hid
So I made myself be rid

I won't forget this one encounter
Each night I look but haven't found her
Writher, writher, suffer, flounder
I must find my confounder