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Suffering Of The Maiden
There she sat by the side of the waters
Her beautiful braids undone, her proud look gone
Her beautiful garments replaced by sackcloth in tatters
Ashes and dirt strewn in her kinky hair
Her tears mingled with sweat and ash
She wailed to the moon
Who heard her?
She bowed her head in shame; ravished and plundered
Wolves clothed as lovers
Had uncovered her skirts and
Taken her dignity – with force
Inconsolable, defiled; there she sat
The sun set and rose and set and rose
And every new day strengthened her
She decided to rise; the fear, the terror, the...