In her lifetime, every passing day, she wore the dark attire of melancholia,
While attending royal courts of despair, admiring shows of pareidolia,
Queen of sorrows, embracing many distressed faces,
Like the ghastly ones decorated on the infamous walls of belmez.
Her forever woeful heart attracted the gloomies soul,
They screeched and howled until turning her mind horridly foul,
In that paranoia, she thought death was her only escape,
Instead she joined the exhibited gallery of unfortunate mournful faces.
Side note : This poem is inspired by the true strange legend of belmez faces of Spain.