The Ballad of Lost Hopes

When, once upon a night so calm
A maiden found to her alarm
A hole had settled near her heart
A warming fluid soaked her arm

And what, but would she come to find
Was wound and very near entwined
Around her fingers, but so dear
Was the sharpened patience of her mind

Just as she began to rise
Her patience came to take her eyes
And, when she could not see at all
The devil visited, in disguise

He grasped her hair in rotten hand
Pulled her up so she would stand
Near the window, very near
And pushed her forward as he planned

But the poor maiden, as she fell
Found her vision and sighted hell
This was not what the devil planned
The weakened maiden began to rebel

The devils' heart began to seep
Because, by no fair, longing leap
Of the mind, did he predict
That the maiden was only asleep

And as the devil watched in mirth
The heavens, hell, and (nearly) earth
Fell from their positions
And lost their worth

Oh, how the devil laughed that day
To watch the gods pure skin decay
But, as he laughed with wholesome mirth
The devil met his own dismay

What had the maiden left to do?
Well, though what had happened was quite taboo
She laid her head on an ashen pillow
And took a nap, a rest anew