Her footsteps were fast,
with the thoughts that she was lost,
faraway into the woods,
Betrayed was she by all for good.
she harmed no one and yet was harmed,
She was so kind and giving but was shot in her arm.
With blood gushing from her wound,
dizzy she became soon to swoon.
Her pain was unbearable, the pain of her heart,
The pain of her lovestory that was just torn apart.
Ran did she and she did run,
Away from that society, who had her shun.
What sin had she done, but only to crave,
only for love which no one truly gave,
She ran till she could only to her Grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem