SOILED
"Pure as the driven snows" folks said;
A phrase that now drummed in her head.
As she walked in awful pain and dread
With crimson droplets, virgin red.
Once marked for church, a bride for Christ
A violent rape has changed her life.
Two weapons bared, one flesh, one knife;
Dead either way, gone is soul's light.
The air was cold down to the bone
She felt it not, trudged on alone.
Towards yon tower made of stone
Hymen torn, young heart unsown.
"There's only one thing I must do"
She vowed through misty eyes of blue;
As up those tower steps she flew
And from the top, herself she threw.
Now townfolk still speak of her name
In quiet tones, of hush and shame;
The hush for her, shame on the knave,
Whose name she took with her to grave.
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