in your youth, you danced
youngest daughter, wild, fun, free
then sudden darkness,
a father’s betrayal
dark, cold, barren with no one
but your thoughts
far away memories of the golden era
the choir of birds, the gossiping trees, the blanket of stars
out of the blackness appears your savior, his face beaming
sky blue eyes staring at you with such utter adoration
he is what you dreamed of, hoped for, god of the skies
fighting by his side is exhilarating
battles under the sun to prevent the past, dreams at night of the future
the final blow is struck and your knight becomes king
and he brings you to his side, his shining jewel, queen
you rule by his side and bless unions that mirror your own
he visits the mortal lands frequently, but kings have duties
who are you to question your king, your husband
he saved you, gifted you the world, shown light in the dark
you must visit him, tell him of your love, bear gifts
but when you arrive, it is not your arms he is held in
isn’t he supposed to be your king, lover, partner, savior
why must he run to others, had you not given enough
as the bitterness and grief takes hold of you heart
people ask why the youngest daughter is no longer wild, fun, free