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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She is the scarlet woman Accused and tried Made to wear shame as a veil To be prejudiced by the society Somehow I wonder if soceity is wrong She is a whore, an adultress A witch who deserves no pity At least that what mother said Dad just smiled and whispers Ladies should not speak of such thing But I wanted to meet her And I did Nothing prepared me for what I saw Her cape was as red as blood Her veil as white as snow And when she took off her veil I could see neither a witch nor a whore Her beauty was not what undid me But her glum eyes That spoke of years of loneliness and shame I would have walked away, I should have But my sudden fascination stopped me Maybe it was that or something more But that was the beginning of days from home It was the start of an undying frendship Before long I thought of her as a mother And though I wanted to defend her From cusses that were undeserved I thought to scream of her innocence I must remember my place In the hierarchy that is the society Maybe I was afraid of what my family would think Or afraid our frendship would meet its end So we kept our frendship a secret And though years passed Season changed, war passed and peace came Though kings reigned and loyalties changed Our frendship was unending She thought me to sing and write And to have for myself a mind And then she died On a day so bright she died Quietly and alone I buried her And then I mourned her Mourned her life Mourned her death Mourned my now lonely life Till I could cry no more And everyday since then I have thought of her Somedays I cry somedays I smile Its been years since then And though I have just a moment to live I still think of her And now that I have nothing to lose I tell this story to all that can hear Of my secret frendship with the scarlet woman COMFORT
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