She's Gone Poem by Scarlett Irvine

Haunted, the phantom bird that walks on land
Cursed is the one that doesn't heed the silhouette
The shadow of the drooping ferns
The night we feared, fainted drum
The night we dread has come undone
And what balm to soothe the soul
The frightened one, the child man
It encroaches, it ever twists
The regrets, the Oracle, we pursue we test
So what answer wrought beyond the iron door
The frozen rust, the question we seek evermore
What pain, what punishment.
The ageless sword that cut my soul
And disposed and decomposed
Was I the fool?
To think we would deceive the river Styx
Waver in dark shallows and skip the toll
Was it crime that one flower?
One bloomed in long and sullen
The gloom of thistle fields
That one dared to love
And answered the request the name of Mother