I met a girl with gold red hair
trying to catch the drifting air
she said I was so very young
in her kind tongue

many men have loved her
bringing her praise and myrrh
I am ridden by a curse she said
with a voice filled with dread

it is eating me I am rotten
no love is ever forgotten
thus she spoke in the dead of night
she was truly a sight

one man did she love
solemn as a mourning dove
she showed him her work
frightened he turned away with a jerk

haunted by her curse
she wrote many a verse
about the monster within
And about the beauty that had once been

clad in her sorrow
she invited him on the morrow
the girl with gold red hair
trying to catch the drifting air

No love did she get in return
quickly she learned to yearn
Many a night did she still miss him
Looking at the starless night with a sad grin

(I wrote this for a girl I never knew)