She sat in a dark corner;
Alone, nobody to hold her
as she wept and wept
and shadows around crept.
She was hopeless, faithless;
her mother left her young,
her father
        - rest his soul -
                             penniless.
She now wanders lost.

   But no more!
The demons will claim her -
She is worth the extra cost
of her untimely demise
she so does despise.
   It is alright
   She has found peace
Although her anxious heart
beats as fast as a flying dart,
Her mind is free of the storms
that raged in her very bones.