A simple place

A simple time

I killed a girl

I left behind

Replaced her with

A brash imposter

I gave her wings

Let her fly

Never dreaming

She’d burn the sky

In scorching heat

She turned to ash

Fell to land on

Soft green grass

From the ash

A sweet girl came

Not brash or timid

But both the same

She lived her life

In sweet content

No wicket passion

For passionate death