In the very depth of her inner core,
A yearn from an undesired pulse leaks.
Throbbing through the veins made of golden thread,
Poisoning her virtuous blood- pierces dread.

Slowly her visage decays into a pallid frame,
As her body digresses from inner virtue.
Sealing her eyes dry from bliss,
Beholding her hearts content- love amiss.

Its mist succumbs her mind still,
An intense solemn that traps the soul.
She is no longer purity,
But the dimness that clouded her serenity.