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The Virgin's last breath

It is a morning calm and still
On the valley covered in lush green
The sun is creeping over the hill
The lilies of the valley in their full sheen
Scattered around in this picturque scene
Are yellow maringold and blossom white
And wild flowers fighting to be seen
Praising heaven for another daylight

Underneath a tall rainforest tree
Sit i quietly taking inventory
Of a brand new day so gay to see
But there is a hidden history
Six seasons rainfall cannot wash
Nor could six seasons wind sweep
Six years now, i will tell it afresh
For heaven still look down on men and weep

Here, not far, i swear, about six feet
Is the footpath to the village stream
Not far still, from where three roads meet
To the stream, to the farm, the last you wouldnt dare dream
Was the story of this virgin ever told
By them who saw her that faithful day
Here, on this valley, six seasons old
I will be telling it again today

'A sweet hapless innocent miss
So fresh in her maiden bloom
With swelling breasts, a delight to kiss
Had met her fated doom
What vile act of man, what shame!
What unspeakable evil, what dishonor!
Are the hearts of men so untame
In their arrogance and lustful nature'


With her earthen pot, on that lonely path
She made her way to the village stream
And the cold intuition of death
Was scarce in her wildest dream
But evil trailed her, with eyes unseen
And observed her close and carefully
Vile men looking rough and mean
Yet the sweet thoughted virgin sang cheerfully

Not beyond this familiar path
Did she take a step away
For upon this worn brown earth
She had trodden day to day
Anon, on that flowery field she did espice
Broken petals, trodden and bare
And softly to herself did she sigh
As she gathered them with tender care

'O crude fate! ' She began, 'unfair nature
O that what is done can be undone
What beauty is there if it cannot restore
What glows now, the next moment gone? '
Saying thus, to the broken petals intended
She watered them with her tears
But soon same fate upon her attended
Her tears gave way to thousand fears

As a beast circles round his hapless prey
They, in number-four upon her came
And the maiden's legs gave way
She stood transfixed and deadly lame
Her face turned cloudy white
Her heart pounding in a thousand fear
As one who beholdeth a ghostly sprite
She felt the sting of death looming near

She wished the earth would swallow her
She conjured the trees to be her guardian
She prayed the heavens to rescue her
To save her from this brutish men
But the earth made the bed for her woes
The heaven did not heed her distress call
The trees heard her painful groans
Yet saved her not from that virgin fall

O! foul dishonor to a virgin's grace
The rape of innocence, the death of purity
Which man covert with his evil face
Coverting thus, pluck with sheer impunity
Now, again and again, and again
The men voilated her, a virgin pure
Once filled, they began again
Ravaging her, once a - too many more

As the Grecian lords had vaquished troy
And scaled that wall, that gate so tall
These brutes upon the maiden employ
Breaching that chaste virgin wall
There On the field of blosom white
Were her sweat, tears and virgin blood
There, on that bright morning light
Her torn body laid so pale and cold


Is there a thing as tender men?
But civility in pretex man's ingenuity
At heart is man a selfish and jelous being
And brutish when it comes to feminity
'O! Broken petal, damaged rose, ' sorrowed she
'On this valley of shaddow of death
I become to man, a utility'
Anon! she heaved her virgin last breath!

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