Pickpocket thief, bringer of grief,
Her gaze implanted on the crowd.
Goddess of lore, knew what came before,
Strides quickened head bowed.
Looking above, trauma of love,
Her lies laid seeds unplowed.
Never a choice, given no voice,
A decision quickly endowed.
Stolen away, in a bastardly way,
Her victim marked and avowed.
Future course, altered with force,
These movements must be allowed.
What we created, taken unabated,
Her knife sheathed she prowled.
No longer the same, fertilized shame,
Sunlight aborted I howled.
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