Winds offered to give her
a Mirror (that she might see
the Truth): She thought it but Lure
& never broke with Apathy

Until, too late, at last she saw
its end: the bleached-out ground
whereto her Hopes fell then or O
their own cruel way there found

& screamed: "Is this my earth?"

Watching that Mirror's waste

"Or is its flavor all the worse
for my own poisoned taste?"

What poisons had failed to do
in Truth, reflection finally evented:

Her suicide, Winds cried
with small ado

Could it have been prevented?