I found Elisabeth Olsen sleeping
In the Church of the Unknown Martyrs
This was quite commonplace
A typical behaviour
I believe that Elisabeth liked me
As when in the right mind
She could pass through all levels
Of polite and genteel society
Yet I nearly always found her
Covered in mud wearing only a shift
Having drawn furiously
Throughout the night
She had no care for her work
So I collected and catalogued them
And exhibited locally
For her future advantage
Occasionally during the bitter months
I lodged her with my youngest sister
And insisted on regular updates
About her fragile state of mind
It was during these darker months
That she was at her calmest
But as soon as the warmer months arrived
She would vanish into the countryside
I fear that I might find her without life
Sometime in the not too distant future
That is why I encourage her residence
In the Church of the Unknown Martyrs