Poetry

She was exile from
the stars to our planet
From her family.
Wearing her blinding
white dress.
Lock up in a white
castle that isolate itself deep within the forest.
Continuing
dancing  up and down the stairs
While singing to the
birds.
In Winter  she lays down on  the cold white surface where her completion
match the snow.
She has a heart as
purer as the frozen lake.
Walking together
with the lord's second flock of children.
Embracing them like
her own.
She had clipped her
wings to be with us.
Shredded by his
family.
Never had she seen
her father's face
Yet she continues to
teach the human offspring to never lose faith and hope in the great creator.
A symbol of hope to
us all; she was.
Devoted her body and
soul to a greater purpose than her own
Countless young men
had as for her hand only to be rejected