The Last Daughter and Red Lotus Lake

Her dress was a crisp white, enchanting white

Bound with pure ribbon and tender lace

Asking to the seamstress, stitched with gentle love

For the beloved youngest daughter, who must be cherished

O youngest daughter, the young of them all

Why don’t you play with your person?

Riding a white bicycle, a basket of fruit swaying

Soft hair neatly braided, bangs oddly cut

Sweet youngest daughter, fond of dressing up

A far away adventure called,

You ran too far, barefoot—the grass whispered so.

Red Lotus Lake cast its crimson spell,

or was it you who wandered too near?

Rumours spread like flies,

They whispered beloved daughter chased by a witch

A witch with a wicked, unseen touch

Ask the world, it answered hollow rhyme

Oh my misfortune, oh cruel fate

A pure soul devoured by the Red Lotus Lake

As dreams guided you safe and sound

Sleep now, in your peaceful nest

Tomorrow, perhaps, we shall play again.

This poem is an allegorical narrative addressing the social issue of sexual violence against young girls, highlighting innocence, silence, and society's hollow response through symbolic imagery.