Ode to Lavinia

Oh poor dear ravish’d victim so sweet,

They forced thee into silent disgrace.

They cut thy tongue and caused thy defeat.

Thine lost pride is impossible to replace.

Thou art confined to the prison of thy mind,

Never to tell thy wild tale of mournful woes.

Bitter tears are thy only means of speech.

Those savages did leave thee to thy fate resigned.

With no hands to write nor tongue to reveal thy foes,

Frustration did build, but thy silence thou couldst not breach.

But wait! What’s this? A stick in thy hand?

Betwixt thy stumps, held like a pen,

The stick writes furiously in the sand.

At last! The names of those vile men…

Revealed for all the world to see,

The shadows of evil are betrayed.

Peace unto thee now gentle maiden fair.

Poor victim thou shalt no longer be!

Villains beware! Prepare to be slayed…

Eternal silence is broken so dry thy every tear.

Strong in thy weakness, though thou wouldst die,

Brave soul thou hast thine honour defended.

Thou hast now dispelled the villains’ wretched lie.

Thy poor broken heart can rest and be mended.

Let us take a lesson from this courageous young lady.

Against all odds she found her voice and spoke!

Never be afraid to speak out for what is right!

Guard thyself against all that is evil, cunning, or seedy.

Do not lose control or fall for mirrors and smoke.

Always keep truth with in thy sight.