See the young rambunctious girl, frolic, head held high
Skipping, hopping, laughing, singing, all with eyes unto the sky
Captivated by all she sees, entranced by all she hears
Her very own knight in shining armor, slaying the dragons of her fears
With eyes as piercing as Providence supposed & cunning thoughts that radiate prose
She lives the life she knows, she would have always chose
Yet, between then & now her gaze droops down
Her songs are silenced & dragons abound
Her hero is captured, her courage is raptured
Her piercing gaze is broken & fractured
Was it her who wavered from that life she lived
Is it her who is guilty of some unquenched sin
How came about this tragic tale, told time & time again
Let none be led to investigate, let this story reach its natural end
5/13/16
[Written upon the Dei of Venus in the merry Moon of May]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I decided I might use it as soon as I sighted the title, and upon seeing I'm permitted, I heaved a sigh of relief for I shall not be able to tell how far this story shall reach and how good this poem is