Crestfallen!

(To all those raped by bloody monsters!)

 

Underneath the quilt, crestfallen she lies.

Tears like pearls-from her eye

Down her face like a rivulet flow.

 

With aphonic words she 

Beshrews the lewd chimera-

Who with rage invaded her!

 

Down the isle of memories of yore,

She sees herself, a child holding her father's hand.

None dared to come to nigh her,

Not a tear escaped her lambent orbs.

 

Ah! The hugs and kisses of her father;

Whose now carcass lies in the soil-inhumed. 

She shrieks-gazes towards the heavens- 

Ah! Her ephemeral dulcet dream!

 

Like a rout more solid whose armor is pierced,

A dragger of grimace in her heart

The silence of night inhumes her in fear,

Her wounds-the darkness of night enswathes-Behold!

 

Lo! The Tarquin who smirks and scoffs,

Deeper she slithers under the quilt- 

Protecting herself as he cometh nigh!

 

Inside the grave her father yelps;

Who once for her, as a lattice stood!

 

Oh the grave, ere the Tarquin invades her,

Let him rise and protect his daughter-

Who alone treads the world now!