I see one young lady
in two affiliated situations
one lives in luxury
the later lives in penury
both saying ‘this is not me’

The first situation sets in fancy
she desires too many delicacy
only she lacks some decadency
rich yet full of jealousy.

In her bones carves
the unhealthy wants
of a woman with dark plots
In her hands are her sister’s blood

Run child, gone wild
innocent smile, is now defiled
Strings on her hands,
Uncontrollable snaps
awful laments, bags of regrets.

Consummate by iniquity,
She can hear the crows symphony
To young,...