Mistake

• Caitlin Allen, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

There is no one left to remember you,
Signs of the crime have long since disappeared,
Who would suspect you anyhow,
A nobleman like you is not feared.
There is no one left to save you,
It’s far too late for such a deed,
Forevermore you’ll stay a monster,
All thanks to a perceived greed.
There is no one left to love you,
From her you turned away,
She was only a weak mortal,
Though from you she would never stray.
There is no one left to live for,
She is buried deep beneath the surface,
You considered her unworthy,
Yet you will never forget her purpose.