County McClintock where she was born,
There lived a beauty not ever scorned,
The fellas from around the corner miles,
Would line up just to see her smiles.
Her hair would glisten in the morning sun,
Her laughs gave moments of lasting fun,
The eyes she had could bear her soul,
But no man could ever gain firm control.
To woo her was a fulltime endeavor,
For she was full of tricks and cleaver,
But everytime she gave hugs and kisses,
Some men so jealous would sneer with hisses.
Remembering how one day she came,
She didn't seem like herself just the same,
A worried look was painted acrossed her face,
Showed her life was missing the human race.
I asked her softly what was the bother,
She said such harshness came from her mother,
And long gone dead, her father couldn't say,
How she became so quickly within her way.
I held her tenderly and stroked her hair,
In hopes to remove the sadness and the care,
But my attempts were so lost in my vain translation,
For she was captivated by her singular sensation.
The town had gossips, and they already knew,
The girl was in her way, this was apparently true,
And who the father, no one could rightly guess,
Why she was held accountable to face the test.
Since no man came forward to own up their part,
She stewed for weeks in her solitary and single heart,
And all the time, such mountains of it so on hand,
Eventually killed her soul, do you understand?
Then one dark, drizzily pouring down rainy day,
Passing the cliffs along the raging ocean on her way,
She stood and stared so desperately into the empty sky,
Then jumped into the ocean so pained to slowly die.