Confined into a room of four
Brick walls and a locked door
One window into my soul peers
A shabby gown contains my fears
On that old lame bed alone
None could ever hear me groan
Exiled, deserted, shunned
Forsaken, rejected, wound
A bowl of soup awaits me
On a cracked table could be
Who was here minutes ago?
Demons, fairies or a foe?
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