The Ribbon

The snow white ribbon in her hair
She undid
When she got there
And with reluctance slid
To sin.

Twas a game To him,
(He meant no harm
But he could not resist the charm
Of her ribbon pure white
On that so ordinary night).

Her ribbon she wore
Once more
As she closed the door
Leaving him behind.
But she did find,
That after that night
Her ribbon did seem, less than white.


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