The Damsel

The bird has flown the coop Throw me in the river (Again) For this time I won’t float I am hopeless

Break the hourglass Those tiny, insignificant grains of sand They’re too little to make Much difference to me Especially, in this scalding desert

Brutally murdered was my soul By cruel hearts and hands and Thoughts and words. Where is my Heart you ask? Why, you have it And I must insist you keep it

My heart’s been rescued time and again By my Knight of Night Skies, but Where are you this time? Its daylight and The fearful, frightening, fantastic sun Its out and it burns me