Luscious vile a maiden bore,
A downright curse within the core.
Yet chance to change that stray the path
Love shall triumph that singe such wrath.
For that of dreams does not come true,
She knows the pain that must endure.
All that left remain from start,
Of a vile and twisted, wicked heart.
The poem is not my own writing. I came by chance of it from reading one of the comments of this YouTube video titled “Cursed – 2D Animated Short”. I am not sure of the title of the poem but since it was on that video, I figured to just have that as the title.
The video was enjoyable. As I often do, I scroll down the comments section. That’s when I found this poem posted by username Cedric Scorch. Link below for the YouTube video.