Shadowed by the cliffs she lies,
The light of life long left her eyes,
But waves drawn in bear natures tears
On sallow skin.
In the dark a siren wails,
Draws men from boats, but no hope left,
She's gone. A ragdoll, broken:
Stiches torn, stuffing spewed
On jagged rocks.
Now she's toyed with by the waves.
All there is now left alive
Her hair, platinum blonde before the fall,
Now scarlet,
Joins the frantic kelp.
She slurred last words on broken breaths,
An empty tumbler all that was left,
Her lips imprinted on the glass
Just crimson stains remain
Parents weep, "friends" in horror look upon her
They know she was pushed
Too far by accusing stares and whispered words
And far distorted similes,
No smiles for poor Madonna.