I quietly close my eyes to sleep
dreaming of being thine princess
dancing and laughing in your courtyard
not hungry or dying in my cottage
As a young girl I have noth to lose
Except my life, so pure and true
I shall not succumb to evil's hate
And become one with those Mighty Ones
Hopefully tomorrow I shall rise
Ancient and Powerful and ever Wise
Such as those who dance with Sidhe
However as much I want to be
Carefully gauging my slowing breath
How I am not ready for this death
I know when I die there's nothing here
Except my drunken father and his beer
Take me, oh Mighty Ones, Great Danu
I call upon your children, to make me new
Take my life as I give it to thee
So I don't wake to this wicked deed
I clench my eyes to become a princess
Of a land so far from my trinkets
One that only exists in dreams
Oh, please quickly, take me please
I listen carefully from downstairs
and hear the yelling and throwing of chairs
But Papa, Mama is gone
Now what is it, that is wrong?
The THUNK THUNK THUNK of feet up the stairs
keeps me from hoping, and I'm quickly scared
My door opens and slams on the wall
And I wait silently for his fists to fall
Oh Great Goddess, send me your help
Release me from this horrible Hell
I love my Papa, Goddess, I do
But I can't live with nothing to lose
Papa, please, don't do this
But he doesn't hear as I feel his fist
The pain and suffering that I suddenly bear
Stops abruptly, as if it was never there
I find myself unable to move
And once again I decide to choose
This will eventually be my end
And love will certainly come again
Oh, Great Goddess Danu
I want to die, I beg of you
Send me to your people, your children
The Great and Mighty, Tuatha Dé Danann
I close my eyes once again
To dreamland I try to descend
My breathing slows and I hear my heart
And something else begins to start
A warmth inside my aching bones
Becomes a new game of thrones
I am now but nothing, hating the day
As the sound of my heart, fades away
But then, so suddenly, as if heard
I am hearing sounds of a bird
I open my eyes and peek around
And listen to all the brand new sounds
A tall man comes unto me
Handsome and gallant, I realize I'm free
Ears pointed as his belted sword
Hair long and curly, as great gold
Tunic made from the finest of silks
His sword on his belt, at a slight tilt
Eyes as green as vibrant emeralds
"Such a shame", he said, "that yer life were ephemeral"
But I was not afraid
I was just brave
At last I had laid myself to sleep
Away from that blasted, horrid keep
Momma would have been proud of me
Dreams of faeries and dreams of Sidhe
All of which, Momma told to me
And here I am, with all of thee
Tuatha Dé Danann and the Daoine Sidhe
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From Within the Heart
PoetryThere are no words that can really and truely describe a collection of poetry. This collection features works written solely from the heart, nothing pre-planned or carefully written out. Poetry is often used to express passions that the heart calls...
