Destiny
The gentle flow of her virgin gown
in the dark water where she would drown
wrapped gently around her ashen face
a wonderful lover's death embrace.
Embrace this great man, her mother told;
gowns, extraordinary things of gold;
drown you, child; he will with treasures so;
face it, good girl, you'll not find your beaux.
So she leapt as others have, and will.
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