She was a dainty white swan
Once a cygnet, now in full bloom
Her mind wandered into the new
From the warmth of those arms to these scorching skies
The wholesome clasp that embraced, cared and cuddled
The coddling wings released her, the waters so muddled
Blinded from the bling and glimmer,
She was lost in the splendid tints and shimmer
The shade she surmises as the dark, the cocoon saving her from the scars
Prima donna took to be a quad her very own alcazar
The hope in those deep black eyes, the spark that shines bright
Looking for a shred of light, the gleam she saw was a far cry
In those unaltered perennial skies, night had long fallen wide
The naïve little birdie startled comes to cognizance
The discovery of malice and the reek of agony, the pain so intense
Once unwavering, her eyes see the sphere eternally wild, mere pretense
From the cumulus, she looked up to, nimbostratus, the skies so dense
Arms once open wide turning meek
Those that once held her wish to be held indeed
Calming incenses with dismal within
The guarding wings wringing, elixir turning frigid, the nest is in need
Straws that witnessed nascence and the flower
The spring in her life contrasted with their snow shower
From the honeycomb to finding her stars
The pieces collected and embellished, dry spell on the garth
Eventually, back to the waters, it fell into a creek
A sow rushed and clutched on the hunk
The kits playing with it in their burrow
Remnant a flicker clenched, bedecking her tree trunk
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