An Elegy for Innocence

She lived in an Edenic world, a paradise, this child-like virgin of only sixteen years. Moonlight glowed in her virtous blue eyes, unaware that life could fill them with tears. A budding beauty whose petals were tender, and fragile were her wings, not yet able to fly. Fallen from grace when she chose to surrender, for the loss of her purity, she had reason to cry. Robert Frost wrote, 'Nothing Gold can Stay.' His metaphor for innocence is a poignant line. Whether her naivete was given or taken away, it can never be restored. For it, she can only pine. Child-like she will be no more; as a plucked flower whose petals have fallen. Lost are her angelic wings. No longer an innocent maiden kept in a castle tower. 'Oh, to be a child again,' the mournful song she sings.