Title: The Maiden Writer: Frances C Holland

The gift of life and love, she was givin torture and pain she was never to see Pain and sorrow only horrors in her night Wealth and health surrounded her, leaving her free Living perfectly she was contempt For why she suddenly became in fright Is beyond anyones comprehension,in anyones attempt Aware of her surroundings she fell from the light Heading downwards with nothing in her way Morning the loss of her innocense with all her might She began to wonder why should she stay Seeing no reason to continue her fight Slipping deeper from her life of love and laughter Pushing away anyone in her way Feeling the thoughts in her head she sought with no degree Everyone around her could nothing more but pray As she fell into the dark hole of pain touching it all as she could see Slashing her hope to survive,recieving the sign to no longer stay Fallling faster from the tunnel of light Feeling the rush of cold shadows on this wonderous day

She became less apparent of the fight The day that had always been dreaded had been due to pay This was the day she fell deep into the bright color of denial and regret as she cut her heart with the dagger of pain and sorrow,killing this beautiful maid on this dreadful night.

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