Quest
Desperate with scorn
She was dying inside everyday
Thoughts were wandering in solitude like a tern
Plight and grief left her in a dismay
Cursing herself for being so devout
Left alone in hatred and execration
Will she be happy again or remain hurt
These thoughts jolted in her minds glen
Little she knew the people behind mask
Their pretense impressed her more
Hoping, soon she will forget this crude task
And soon will forget this deep sore
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