Darkness conquering light
Hate conquering good
Evil conquering what could have been right
And what was to be that should
Love was once felt within her breast
For a certain someone she knew
But as long as her pain still lingered near
The hate within her soul grew
A dagger into her heart
A rope tied to her neck
A simple phase of trying to drown
But her misery casts her heart a wreck
Her pain leaves scars for a warrior
Her past leads a shameful road
The so many burdens that lay against her back
Feel too heavy to hold
Before she could say she loved him
He casted her heart aside
Her heart has been through so much pain
It's hard to know how she must have cried
Twas a shameful thing, indeed it was
That that poor maiden lead a sad life
For, now, she hangs from an old oak tree
And in her heart, lay an old rusty knife
If you walk up close enough
You can see a small note
It was pinned neatly to her shirt
And a simple phrase she wrote:
"My hear has been released
My heart has gone insane
My heart has wept freely
Yet my heart has not died in vain."

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