Title: Oxeyes
by Jazz from Kent | in writing, poetry
It's dark among the daisies,
Where she lies in the ground.
A girl with skin as fair as snow
And long dark hair, as black as coal.
It's still among the daisies,
Deep in the bleak valley.
She was gentle and fair
Her innocence sheltered with prayer.
It's grim among the daisies,
Past the golden fields of corn.
She worked one's youth upon the land
As he watched her from the woodland.
It's cold among the daisies,
Up high upon the hill.
His young eyes set upon her,
While her heart aspired another.
It's strange among the daisies,
By the old Saxon Church,
He took her there, and with courage
He dared ask her hand in marriage.
It's cruel among the daisies,
Where she tore him apart.
'How could I love you?' she told him,
'I'll be married to another in the morning.'
It's raw among the daisies,
Where fists replace the mouth.
Her wedlock became her omen,
When the jealous man found a gun.
It's dead among the daisies,
Where once a young pair died.
He took her life, and then his own
And they were gone, nothing but bones.
Based on a badly written poem I created as a child.
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