Something so soft

Substance so gentle

A wicked thorn

A curse be born

Embezzled a blossom

Returned a bosom

Gone from the world

Hid from the day

A wedding was held

The light peeked in

A fowl beheld, inside, from within

Seven years following

My feathers were falling

Lost in the land

Nearly dead by the sand

A brawl broke out

A heart was stabbed

Carried away

Till the next day

Caught in a scam

Returned to her plan

Whispered in wind

Intended to begin

Woke with great joy

A smile, her hand

Shot to the sky

Awake in the night

Toward a new life

To the closing of our days