Poetry By Willow Dancer

"Alva - 1692"

Just a wisp of a girl, a country child
a peaceful heart, her manner mild.
Haunting eyes now rimmed with tears
looks back upon her eighteen years.

Back to the time when life was good
and things were always as they should.
Our children laughed our women wise
Before the fires ... before the lies.

My fate now sealed with ink and quill
you've done your best to break my will
You can bind my hands and carve my skin
But In Goddess name, I'll rise again.

My day will come my heart will beat
some other time, we'll someday meet.
and you will know me then you'll see
that as I will it, so shall it be!

Willow Dancer
12 - 02 - 02

Inspired by the Art of
Cynthia Rudzis

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