Betrayed young love

Here a tales of love and devotion that are casually penned, On the day hearts are filled, a young girl's voice is Rend. A beast in human form, a wicked sight, Defiles a pure, innocent child in the night. Then society enters the scene, Painting her as a soiled, tender flower, unclean. Her character is stained, her name is defiled, No tears are shed, no one stands by her side. And when she fades away, they call her pure and bright, For she becomes a symbol of sorrow and blight. Candles are lit as a mournful display, Applauded for speaking of her tragic way. For a few days, her story fills the air, Then another young girl becomes their care. Again, an innocent's throat is torn, And the cycle repeats, a tale forlorn. The story's the same, the characters replace, As innocent girls are marked with disgrace.