The Other Virgin Mary

For now it's just a poem based on a story in the works, but I may add more based on other characters and events.

Little Mary had a plan
Her future looked so bright
And everywhere that Mary went
Success would soon take flight

Mary dreamt about the day
That she would surely meet
Her very own prince charming
And he'd sweep her off her feet

One day little Mary slept
And dreamt of thoughts so pure
Her sweet dreams turned to nightmares
Of diseases with no cure

Her sleep was polluted
By demons of dismay
At this point it was evident
Distress was underway

For it was at this time
The Incubus had raped her
Now misery and ruin
Had started to reshape her 

The End

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