She Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

A recreation of 'I wandered lonely as a cloud' by William Wordsworth.

She wandered lonely as a cloud,
Through the night so dark and chill.
When suddenly five men in shrouds,
Encircled her; she just stood still.
They seized her, ignoring her pleas,
Tears were shed, she fell to her knees.

Laid her flat, those freaking swines,
And on the poor girl did they prey.
Her skin exposed, she continued to whine,
Until they called it a day.
Dignity shattered, she went into a trance,
The silhouettes stood up, at her they glanced.

Cold winds blew and tree leaves swayed,
All five of them ready to flee.
When one took out a nasty blade,
Stabbed her, wanting to set her soul free.
She bled, and bled; with Death she fought,
But alas, it's a pity, she died on the spot.

Her body lay reeking under the sky,
lifeless, useless, bloody and nude.
Mother Earth had shiny tears in her eye,
With her fury abound, she concludes:
“To commit such a sin, how dare you even thought,
You'll never be acquitted, in hell you'll rot.”

Author's Note

Can't deny, this is what happens excessively around the world nowadays; a 'little' more excessively in our country. Please feel free to share your opinions/leave comments. They are much appreciated.
Also, if you haven't read the poem by William Wordsworth, here it is:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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