Follows

She walks in his footsteps in silence
No shadow does she cast
Her eyes hidden, gazing low
Her mind only on the next step
World weary and full of woe
Careful not to stray
Living only to serve him
Not broken but bent and bleeding
Random hurts from others they pass
Intended not to injure
They tear her down
Harming her beloved grieves her
Brings her so low
She falters as she walks
But still she follows

Cholambic Tetrameter- An Attempt

Bright, sharp, solid ever descending, ever in place 

Waiting piercing time itself trying to displace 

As long is the box is closed the answer is unknown 

Until the shadow falls, the Foreseer’s is the only moan