I twirl in this endless symphony of pain and torment.
I stay paralyzed by the brink of the lake;
The stars my audience, as I cry a song just for the Moon to hear.
My hands against the dirt;
My eyes watching the water still;
A silence…the cold and damp kiss my face.
My shattered heart–seeds to feed the next spring flowers, as I wilt away in the shadows.
A loneliness; innocence destroyed by the hands of a Knight.
Fire takes over me, reaching to the strands of my hair.
The Sun with it’s melody of strength;
Calls to me; whispering to the flowers to help lift me from the ground.
The spirit entering through my feet;
I twirl away from the lake reborn
With scars I where as wings.
For you no longer have me;
I am free