The Girl and the Ghoul

There once was a girl who lived in a world where nothing seemed to matter.
Nothing but the hostile soul of a hell-bound ghoul, who once beloved the girl who was trolled.
May fool be the name of the girl with the maim,
for she had been tricked into eating the apple that never fell far from the tree.
She lives in lament and dismay.
Thus, the ghoul lives in fiery,
bidding pardon for what his feeble heart regrets.
The girl lays down like sleeping beauty,
never wanting to be awakened by the ghoul and his cruelty.

I wrote this poem in conclusion to the quote "The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost." - G. K. Chesterton