Her

“She is drooping,

Hold her alright!”,

Someone, who came to check 

Upon on the sprite, cried.

 

“She can’t hold her neck,

Stick a yarn from the ceiling

She could then may hold up straight

And face up with her weight.”

 

The lips quivered with a faint croak

“They say it’s hung in shame,

They have a list, a mile too long,

Stay away or the curse rolls along.

 

Lack of compassion, and secession.

Derision, condescension, a Scarlet, one hollered.

Too many to recall,

I can hardly remember.

 

Empathy was chic and

so lack of it was chalked in.”

Yet in pain so visible,

She felt at ease.  

 

“The list was now too long,

So, superfluous sympathy was left out.”

Every second she seemed less pale,

And more eager to tell her tale.

 

“Bear along, you kind soul.

I won't budge till you stand up straight.”

“Shhh… It is not the consequence,

Missy, to droop down is the choice.

 

Let them have the illusion of win,

But they don’t get a soul wilted,

You were my last wish!

To see the world has not gone all twisted.”

 

They slung the mud,   

The village had a new witch.

Drooping formidably in the face of it,

With the fine, winner smile, no twitch.  

 

The world has problems,

Because she didn’t care?

You could only cry enough

Because she didn’t share?

 

The world delights in selfishness

Fools, alas, who never really cared.

She won it over so many times,

The posterity would claim her divine.

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