Goddes in a Guise

She danced on feathery feet

Her heart pounded out a simple beat

She sang  worthy of Pans  pipes

Her voice  young, fresh and ripe

Her nature  kind, thoughtful and sweet

She danced in a field of wheat

There was a day

where she came out to play

The summer sun kissed her honey skin

The sky opened up and let her in

She let her autumn copper hair flow

As her feet began their show

She had just begun

When through the field a noise rung

She stopped her feet and looked around her safe haven

She looked to the tree where sat a raven

“ you are a goddess in a guise,

but you cannot fool my eyes”

She stared at the obsidian black creature

She said with the voice of an honest preacher

“ Now raven, your eyes do not see through my guise.

You have thought nothing but lies”

She was speaking true

She could not hide that her eyes were blue

The raven left the tree
 The goddess was left be

She returned the next day

And began her play

She sang of honesty

She danced modestly

She sang till the sun hung high

Then she saw a sparrow butterfly

“ Hello kindred spirit, why do you fly among the wheat?”

“ Because I hold a key in a steady beat.

"You are a goddess in a guise,

But you cannot fool my eyes”

This time she she stayed silent

Her confusion was quite violent
She danced till night

When a howl gave her a fright

And under the the leafy hood

A wolf stood

The Wolf beautiful and fair

She did not see a goddess with copper hair

She saw a child the world was not ready for

She cried for what the raven and the butterfly thought were lies

She saw the truth to the very core

“ You,child are wise beyond your years

And have shed many tears”

The young child cried

She looked between her feet

And started to dance to a different beat

This beat was one of pain

Was one of a life that should have been refrained

“ You dance to share your sorrows

but the world is not ready today and won’t be tomorrow”

And with that the wolf lunged for the kill

using all her effort, grace and skill

She killed the girl with autumn copper hair

Because the world was just not there

And the last song on the girls lips

Was a truth that will bring pure bliss
She was the key to the steady beat

The beat she danced with her feet

The truth was in her blood    
As she left her last footprints in the summer mud

Reviews

[IndigoChild]

this is based on a very difficult event that happened in my life but i choose to keep it happy and deep