Elysian Fields
Spurned By The World
By nature fair as an orchid
With talents to match an immortal
Yet so eccentric all marvel at her
To her rich food stinks
Silken raiment is vulgar and loathsome
She knows not superiority fosters hatred
For the world despises too much purity
By the dim light of an old shrine
She will fade away
Her powder and red chamber
Her youth and beauty wasted
To end despite herself
Defiled on the dusty road
Even as flawless white jade
Dropped in thе mud
In vain young scions of noble houses will sigh for her
In vain young scions of noblе houses will sigh for her