It is burning brightUnderneath the canopy. Leaves hide it from sight. Drifting in her thoughtsThe searcher seeks the lost dream.Misfortunate find. There is the delightTwinkling to beckon her near.Trusting the unknown. It happens once moreShe accepts the offered light.Her cheeks glow with hope. Brightness can be darkComing from an evil soul.Consumption begins. How often they ripThe pride from her seeking heart.It happens a...