08. Beldame
The sky turned blue as the clouds gently faded,
While the ocean's hue transformed to crimson red.
Ivy vines emerged, reaching from the sea to the grave,
A spectacle that left the town in awe and daze.
Blame fell upon her, the one with no name,
The beldame lost in love, her mind aflame.
In the woods she resided, consumed by agony's fire,
Dreaming of her sweet William, who only showed apathy dire.
Her humble abode adorned with dust's embrace,
Pastel colors trailed outside, leading to the distant chase.
Towards enflamed charcoals, down the shore, they went,
An unprecedented sight, a mesmerizing event.
All caused by a woman who lost her dreamland's grace,
For the soul she knew intimately, the one she couldn't replace.
She yearned to be his belladonna, fading in nirvana's arms,
But her dreams led her to a tragic end, succumbing to life's harms.
They called her the madwoman, damned for her devotion,
A damsel who offered her soul to a false god's notion.
Conveying bluebells, hoping to be loved in return,
Yet discovered as a fraud, her heart was left to burn.
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