• A lonely maiden with thoughts on a string
    Unable to fly with broken wings
    A relentless beast who shares her blood
    Churning her mind to no more than mud

    And still the mud he treats as clay
    He breaks and shapes and bends his way
    Unfathomable is the form he imbues
    Each word he weaves is far from the truth

    An angel she once had to keep her mind clear
    No longer is there to relieve her fear
    Without the one who helped her fly
    A hopeless void seemed to draw nigh

    Yet underneath the empty shell
    A hope rings out as clear as a bell
    Hope of a life without that monster
    A life without him bearing down upon her

    Intelligent and utterly beautiful was she
    But these traits he refused to let her see
    Then one day the hope that burned
    Led her to leave and she never returned

    She broke free of those horrific things
    Finally able to mend her broken wings
    And happily so, without further ado
    Without him, she began her life anew