Set by: Rosa Lutea
Story Name: A poem
Hair of black, and beauty sleek
Mild mannered, but not so meek
Serious, careful, always wary
Moods and emotions always vary
Trying to maintain her lofty air
All of Lillian stop to stare
For it’s she who holds her head up high
Even if tears should cloud her eye
Walking carefully and proudly is a must
Even if she stops, and a scarf she adjusts
The whispers, scandal, who is she?
The scarves little owner, who can it be?
And then the whispers cease in the aftermathWhen Sachiko walks up the garden path.