Lady of The Night

Fair Maiden, you forsook the life you planned to live just but a short lifetime ago. Your warm heart has now turned to ice, you've let your feelings go. Your parents turned their backs on you when you were reaching for their love. They left you on your own to forge a broken wheel from raw uncultured ore of life. This broken wheel has spun a dreaded fate revolving on its sharpened pin of cruel circumstance. What is your inner thought as you pursue a life so fraught with perils not yet known, and some of which you'll grow to know by chance? What Employment Agency has told you reassuringly that the next time your bad luck is sure to change? Does the baby with no father, unaware of its dark future, look into your tear-filled eyes and never sees the truth which you must hide? Do you pray that there will be a new and promised change of fortitude? Or just the hoped-for change of fortune which shall chase away those tears that fall unheeded down his mother's cheeks? This decision made you strong, yet by yielding to misfortune it has made your tried and tested spirit weak. Can the stranger that you hold offer solace, comfort or devotion? Does enchanting smile on painted lips pierce the darkness of your thoughts as your soul is sacrificed through suffered violation? All those pressures brought to bear made you turn from all that's dear to live a life of hurt and constant fear. My Fair Maiden of the night my heart is broken by your plight. When you cast away the quiet pain that shows you as you really are, and dons the cloak of worldliness that serves to hide your spiritual scar, I do beseech you: "Hold your head as high as can be held. For yours is not an occupation, but more so a situation, though the difference few can truly tell. So as you on your sad way go, Maiden Fair I bid you, Fare thee well." Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 12:28 PM PST   0 • 1