Fiammetta

Those deep dark eyes had stories unrevealed

Those withered pale lips had tales to unfold

She daidled in search of a stash for her

As this colleen had no comitator

She was a young berry-a wisteria

But the hex on her engulfed her wholey

She has stains on her body, not on her soul

But the stag declassed this milady

She stood like a statuesque

Her womb bears no fruit

The wyvern has tirled and tiered her

She had fallen in a tole

It trappled her to death’s agony

The wolfsbane had wryly parched on her

His worm eaten mind never heard her wretched weeps

She was a kind of slate

Fate turned her into a blate

His blasing wolfshound gave her no chance to bid adieu

For death has swallowed her from tip to toe

Groaning in pain yelled her soul

It echoed for a while and perished forever