The beasts haunted her endlessly
And was driven to the brink of insanity
All she wanted was to be free
Thus, she succumbed to the tragedy.
Dead was her body
But alive were her memories
On the rocky soil and barren land,
Her tameless spirit couldn't rest.
Perhaps, she found her home
In this rugged, desolate place
There bloomed a tiny blossom
Dancing with a gentle grace.
She had became a little wildflower
Free from the constraints of society,
Breathing the woody breeze of summer
And finally felt the gratifying tranquillity.