Her life made up of lies
And it is said
she’d never be anything
To anyone’s eyes

This maiden in gray
Feels so shadowed
Cut off
thrown away

Only thirteen years
So pale
Yet beautiful
Her dark eyes hold so many tears

She feels weak
The bruised maiden of thirteen
With no where to go
Her heart is weary, love is all it seeks

So gentle is her spirit
So giving are her hands
If she cannot escape soon
Will she ever be happy again?