Porcelain, you are unlawfully wed
Wed to the grasses, stalked by coyotes
Doth look at another in pitiful dread
Herded lambs ideals won by votes
Frills and tights gathered at your waistline
Here stood a hunter, head of old begrime
A burial, the spillage of red wine
Whine for pure sheep, bystanders to crime
Poor you, taken to early, soft child
To one bent sadistic cemetery
Sweet one, humility that riled
Seized courtship, little pure missus to bury
At rest, somberly, in Chapel fragile
The death of innocence, now with vagile
