BECKY

BECKY

She was a dark girl, young and slim,
Her skin like polished ebony bright.
Her hair, a tangled, silken whim,
Her eyes, like stars in the darkest night.
She walked with grace, a gentle sway,
Her laughter, a melodic sound.
She danced with joy, come what may,
Her spirit, free and unbound.
But sorrow touched her tender heart,
A shadow fell upon her face.
A cruel world tore her life apart,
Leaving her lost, without a trace.
She sought solace in the fields of green,
Where love's sweet balm could ease her pain.
But fate had other plans, unseen,
And left her weeping in the rain.