Her name slips again from my mind
Memory instantly fogged
Her face in grace begins to fade
Images in stages blocked
Hair so soft, so fair and golden
No, I forget, was it dark or auburn?
A smile a mile wide now gone
Deep frown looking down upon
A smirk, a quirk a look tacit?
Eyes of lies and duplicitous deceit?
Heart so dark as to wholly infect
Her memory, with rapidity depart.
Her name, for shame, is Hate
At length, without strength disipate
Resolved and dissolved now her fate
A now insignificant consignment state.