When you came to me, you were more than a dozen.
Everything about you was something it wasn’t
I bent my fingers to shape your hands
I reconfigured my halo to destroy the badlands
I stripped the feathers from my wings that flew
I fashioned them to show you the skies of blue
I made horrifying textures smooth for you to build
I wrapped your intimidated heart against the freezing chill
I comforted primal screams from your terror filled nights
I kissed your cheeks lovingly while you fought the fight
I defended your body, your mind, and your spirit
I gave you safe haven, wouldn’t allow bandits near it.
I guarded you with a Battle Queen’s power
you snaked away in the witching hour
while the bells of winds change rang in the bower
to return to the dark from which you came
afraid of the light that I showed you again and again.
I release you back to your puzzled up mess
It is with deepest sorrow, I lay you to rest
I shutter my windows, lock up my doors
mourn who I knew you could be; but won’t be I’m sure
until you know your own value, nay, worth
my heart no longer yours, your memory dispersed.