She was snatched from the hands of her mother

Carried away by her father

In the new country further

Along with his mistress forever.

Smacked and knocked by the mistress

She cries silently in distress.

Looking at the swollen marks, she caresses

Covering it underneath her long tresses.

She leans near the frame

Pouring brandy over logs setting flame

As the night came

With the dark skies claim.

Her mind filled with void

Along with her emotions devoid

The conscious echo avoid

Yet her thoughts coiled.

Hearing rush of the waves

Out she braves

On the ship concaves

Embellishing her freedom, which she craves.

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