Folly's friend she may be
With hearts she runs about
When she tires of the game
Compassion is but out
Tis simpler to cast the blame
To absolve her actions done
With sins having no name
Their sorrow is her fun
But age and word know time
And time gives no ground
Her demise begot this rhyme
She fades in echoing sound
Folly's friend has begotten
What life's justice possessed
Now alone and forgotten
By those she once oppressed