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One Cage for Another: the Tale of Miramelle

Now hear the tale of Miramelle,

That lovely maid with heart of steel

Who took emotion in her fist

And trained her spirit not to feel.

Her life began behind high walls,

And in cold stone she lived her days,

Yet when the sun through windows shone,

Her hand stretched through to feel its rays.

Then rebellion rose within.

She flailed and fought and screamed and thrashed.

The stones first trembled, shook, and groaned,

And then her prison round her crashed

Then free at last she stretched her arms,

And out into the world she ran

To live all of her life in full

And give her heart to some great man.

She danced all night and slept all day.

With merry thoughts she filled her hours.

Then one fell day she met a man

And traded him her heart for flowers.

She gave all of her love to him,

And hung upon his every praise.

She placed all meaning in his touch

And found her self-worth in his gaze.

But recklessly she gave her heart,

Devoted to a sham of love.

He took advantage of her sighs

And caged her like a helpless dove.

But Miramelle did not perceive

The lies behind his honeyed charms

Until she saw the shocking proof:

Another woman in his arms.

Then in heart-broken sobs she fled.

She drew her dagger, sharp and true

Then took her heart from out her chest

And placidly she ran it through.

She traveled back to her old home

And built it back up stone by stone

She shut herself inside and swore

Forever she would live alone,

And there she lives unloving still

And will, unless some daring one

Can make his way behind those walls

And melt her hardened heart of stone.

So that's the tale of Miramelle

Who hid herself from love and pain

Now there is little hope that she

Will ever see the world again.