The Writers' Circle

She walks in the woodland 
beneath the forest green canopy,
on her way to the sea.

She walks in the moonlight
in the open air.
The light shines off her hair,
a golden ribbon there.

Her name was Charrisa
she put the others to shame.
They said she was to blame.
Now their lives are not the same.

They told the lies.
They didn't realize,
what they had done.

A lover had been slain.
They said she was to blame.
They didn't know 
she had to go.

He followed her that night 
in hopes that he might, 
convince the girl
To have the child.

Her words rang out in vain
as she was trying to explain.
It was not his child. 
He was not the one.

He said he loved her so 
and that he didn't know
that there was someone else.

She turned and walked away