• The Good in Her

    Yesterday she came
    To this world so great
    From a mother’s womb
    Destined by fickle fate
    Referred to as
    One of life’s wonder
    Foretold that she
    Would triumph yonder.

    With hair so fine
    Locks of a lustrous black
    The skin of a silver goddess
    Embraced in a frosty act
    Her refined visage
    Touched by May’s early sun
    Would be sought after
    Unmistakably by everyone.

    As the years proceeded
    She took her evident rule
    As crème de la crème
    Of men who bowed like mules
    Chatelaine of the town
    Kept humble by her mother
    But as the parent departed
    Her modesty started to shatter.

    Worshipped by males
    Ever so longed
    Then she gave herself to men
    Unaware of being wronged
    Frequently she was visited
    Sometimes she even went
    To manors of wealthy fellows
    As their petty entertainment.

    Again and again
    She was violated
    Ridden of dignity
    Ethically humiliated
    Times have passed by
    And she too had been passed
    Through hands of different men
    In who knew how fast.

    Then one lone night
    After moments of pleasure
    Beside a sleeping young man
    She began to murmur:
    “I have sinned
    I’ve been wicked
    I have given men
    What they wanted

    Even I have reveled in
    This physical ecstasy
    But until now I couldn’t bear
    Any more of this debauchery
    Oh, Father! I do
    Ask for your forgiveness
    That I may surpass
    This crushing weakness

    I shall renew my faith
    And I put it unto you
    I will revive the child
    That my dear mother has given birth to.”
    Then she burst into
    Tears of regret
    Upon leaving the house
    Where she had last covet.

    She ran through the cobbled streets
    Guided by the evening’s moonlight
    Towards the end of town
    There she laid her sights
    Finally she came up to
    A crumbling house of stone
    Heading out to its gardens
    A cluster of fireflies shone.

    She tripped over a rock and fell
    Into a pool of water
    The deep pond where as a child
    She played nearby with laughter
    The water paralyzed her
    Enclosing over like a sheath
    Struggling against the dark grips
    She had her last breath.

    At that very moment
    She thought only of her mother
    Who knew that it was just death
    That could bring out the good in her.