Left to her own devices

Left to her own devices
 She'd create a multi-verse
Filled with sentiments and spices
 And the occasional roaming hearse..

Left all alone she'd drift
 And invent another curse
That'd make the land plates shift
 And the rivers' flow reverse..

But-
Left with no other choices
  She'd (in reality) immerse
Yet she'd hear the longing voices
  Of her abandoned multi-verse...