Yoona

Here, lies the soul of the tricked 
Some say she’s weird; others say she’s wicked.
But what matters most in this instance
When she was a victim of a circumstance.

She loved true. Was it a sin?
She fought for her love but what did she gain?
She loved and lost the most cruel way.
Would you pity her? Would you mock her?

Here, in this meadow, her body rests.
Buried, abandoned, and forgotten.
No flowers around her dilapidated grave
Weeds grow thick, her only companions.

If you happen to pass by one day
Would you mind bringing wildflowers
Or perhaps a black candle
To adorn her home, to hide her pain.

But do not lament over her demise
When she needed then a warm embrace.
Need not pretend to be pitiful or in such guise
To solicit mourners, ain’t her desire.

But pray for her soul to find solace
Though her memory was decorated with disgrace.
Pray for her eternal repose in that place
And may she achieve her final wish.