A Doomed Poetess
She was a shy child and a lonely girl with a dream
So she started writing poems and became famous
But when she awakened, she found that
Her dream did not come true
She was spending her days looking for lost stars
And nights, searching her soul
For lost answers and unspoken fears
Nevertheless, she gave herself to the world
Because she had never belonged to anyone
People knew that, and that`s why they glorified her,
Humiliated her, and finally killed her
And now, we imprisoned here miss her,
Lure her with the ancient bait of pain
But her soul doesn`t crave the things
It yearned on during black mortal years
Still this pure white flame of burnt desires
Lightens our path
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