A Tragedy
Lovely lilies in her hairjoined the dewdrops nestled there.
His faithful buttercup was she,
adored by no one more than he.
'Twas raining on that fateful day,
the one when she was whisked away ~
a wizard, black and strong did wave
his wand and take her for his slave.
Her lover, lonely, left behind,
feels as though he's lost his mind.
What tragedy was wrought that day
when magick came with such foul play.
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