Bloody stains of a childhood remained
Never drained from her brain
A wicked step-mother; truly insane

In a haze filled fog; she hummed along
She knew she will never belong
His side is where she longed

Past the poppies her love lay
A man who cared for her best
Always loved her no matter the rest

A bouquet of poppies; she bought
Red, delicate, & soft
She laid down & died on the spot

No tears shed; not one good word said
Her spirit passed, long ago; dead
None knew how badly she truly bled