A Somber Sonnet

Far from here the light does shine a new day

On that maiden and her tragic fortune

She can not pin down just which words to say

Teasing and taunting secret endorphins

 

She sings a song as sweet as the lyre

Her grace, her beauty, her evolution

Seduced and sedated low in the mire

A game to her, a sad institution

Many a man and many a poor soul

Forgotten, forsaken, under duress

Once cheery and bright, innocent and whole

Now with a vacancy deep in their chest

 

This game everlasting only she plays

The conquered and victim with her shall stay

 

 

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