The scent of innocence clung on to her,
Spreading over to those passing by,
Cleansing them of their sins.
The purity of her soul overwhelmed those in the wrong,
They knew they stand no chance against her goodness.
Her ability to start over, to let go of the past,
Was mesmerizing to those that have fallen.
She became an inspiration,
To all who were around.
Praise to her, the creation of the Sun.
They joy, the light,
That she shone upon them, made them all feel worthy.
The love for her grew stronger,
Until she was not enough to sustain the desires of others.
And so they took her,
Not willing to share.
They ruined her.
They put an end to the Lotus.