Fallen Palace

This is my first attempt in my life at rhyming poetry.
Please tell me it's not completely horrendous...

And every East Wind that passed by
       Became a dusty drought
The blooming flowers of her youth
      Could just wither and rot
The palace of her mind,
      Once so grand and proud,
Had now toppled down,
     Crumbled into the ground.
And her thoughts, so chaotic,
      Were the changing tides
The demons of sorrow
      Taking possession of her mind
And as she cried out to us,
      Her feeble voice went unheard
Her final hope, to escape the pain,
      Into another world she was lured

Her dignity, which in life could never be kept
Was now regained with the peace of death.

The End

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