an enigma, seeming older and wise
Her hair was cut, 800 per hour
but no one looked and no one scoured
Amidst the wheat and fertile dirt
her beauty he had now subvert
The winter frosts had just begun
and now she laid, stared at the sun
Months had passed and shadows stretched
on mortal fear, her body fetched
Holes in hearts for one not known
and in her spot new seeds were sown