i.
once, there was a maiden
with such beauty and grace
her hair flowed like the rivers
leaving glitter down its trails
she wore a snow white dress
and twirled around the skies
it gleamed and swayed with the passion
of a playful, restless lass
and the heavens loved her so
like the child of a knowing god
she danced with the goddesses
in a cradle bound in gold
she straddled across mountains
leaped and jumped through the widest forests
she sought nothing of little value
not 'til she knew how love felt
ii.
for that mighty hunter she met
during one of her forest trips
swept her off her feet
like she hadn't glided a single step
and in that moment she fell
for someone unbeknownst
to the heavens and the goddesses
watched closer
paying attention to her smile
how she straddled slowly
across the mountains
skipped quickly through the forests
how she held hands with the hunter
and let her hair flow like a river
with the glitter in its trail
glowing brighter than it had ever
and the maiden fell in love
deeper than the vastest oceans
wider than the sky that watched her
fall for a stranger with all her life
iii.
and alas, the hunter grew
tired of all shenanigans
he asked to be flown up high
to the heavens where she resides
and there, he saw
the cradle bound in gold
the goddesses all in awe
of how a mortal found them so
and yet he was welcomed in
had a feast and soon, was in
the grandest room there is
in his arm, the maiden sleeps
and as sly as he could be
from her grasp, he did sure flee
grabbed the cradle bound in gold
and sneaked back down to earth
to be seen no more
iv.
and so, the maiden wept
for days and weeks and years
not stopping nor pausing bits,
not resting her eyes that needed
nothing more than the mighty man
that she had loved with all her life
that had tricked her with feisty lies
but not once did meet her eyes
to say his love for her
seemed to be a tedious task
for all she ever wanted
was forever in his arms
which the hunter did ignore
for love was not an option
for he claimed that the little maiden
was naïve of his true intention
and so, the maiden wept
until her hair grew black and cold
like a barren river left to rot
its glitter found no more
and so, the maiden wept
until her eyes formed crystal tears
that resembled distant memories
of a love gone up to flames
and so, the maiden wept
until the day the heavens sighed
the goddesses all conspired
to do something of this lonely child
v.
her hair as black as the void
flowing like a river going nowhere
has become the universe that we are in
the widest blackness there has ever been
and her tears that shone like crystals
became stars scattered 'round
for she's never stopped crying
and so stars form up above
her crouching body sits
as the moon we see at night
because the heavens thought the hunter
would loathe to see her light
and her snow white dress
that blanketed the skies
is now a swirling galaxy
looking for love that's not in sight
and so, the maiden wept
until she, herself has become the night