Sonnet to Sisyphus

She headed; enchanted and afraid,
into the jungle
full of wild flowers,
thick trees and unknown beasts.
She ran in the wild,
plucked ripe berries,
smelt vibrant flowers and
drank from cool streams.
She chased a lovely butterfly,
fearless and free
into the jungle deep;
And fell in a bottomless mire
where she struggled; then resigned
and was never again seen.