Her Dark, Dark Soul!
I feel it creeping up on me My soul quivered... Like sand bashes by the tide Darkness pursued Dining on the amicable & merciful Precious innocent soul Vulnerable untarnished pure Fallen prey to man of many faces Perfect capped teeth shrewd Butterflies turn to moth, In the drapery of her innocence Pale like a plain tissue, she was Transparent for everyone who cared to notice Small frailty – decrepit soul People soaked up their sorrows in her rectitude A bad caricature of life Blemishes of life and its vultures accumulated her Broken and sore have she become Waving profusely goodbye to virtuousness Life had turned her callous She slipped into her personal darkness