by Sinderella Bathory Todd

Created on: January 23, 2011

VICTORY

She was a mad girl named Victory.

She used to play with shadows

and hide under her bed.

She had quite the imagination,

being the only child and all.

It's just too bad; Victory is dead.

You see, Victory was only fifteen.

Barely a baby, I know, it's sad.

They tried to warn her, disown her, discard her

when he came along

with his charm, and a song.

There he was, the wolf, all big and bad.

Poor little Victory, was found in the woods.

Retreat the search! She is cold and abandoned.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, they could do.

Victory's mind was lost.

What else can I say?

Forget Victory; that's what you should do.

They say Victory never left.

They say Victory is here to stay.

She remains cold, clinging to our minds.

Too bad, we will never know for sure.

For of all we have tried to save her,

Victory, we shall never find.

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