Poems by Rose

​​Loss of Innocence

Trouble in paradise brought her
Crashing down without notice
To a cell made of gilded skin
Trapping her for years to come

Innocent she was to life below
Where on an island she waited
For her satyr's music to begin
Beckoning her to come at last

Sweet melody finally played
That locked her in a trance
No vision was necessary
For her hymn-guided heart

As she came near the sound
Others of her kind she felt
In a trance they were as well
Their hymn-guided hearts

Dismayed she became
From her painful realization
That her satyr was not hers
And she was caught by the lure

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