She carries a heart, laden with woe

Across poppy fields, her burdens, in tow

Flanked by spirits, who shine in the night

Casting an ethereal, celestial light

She quickly turns away, head tucked in her hood

Fearing the demons have found her, for good

But these unworldly creatures, are merely her guides

To the realm where they dwell, on the heavenly side

And deep in her soul, she believes it’s elsewhere

Then she realizes, now, she’s her own cross to bear

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