Our ember burned brighter than any known,
But thee's departure dispossessed my soul.
Impure affection like an eager thorn,
Tore at my heart and broke me nearly whole.

T'was cold and dark when our flame burned too dim;
Why couldn't I be your little princess?
Your fathership was nothing but a whim.  
Through the tears and hardship I became a mess.

My breath seized to exist the day you left.
Distressed.  Alone.  Worthless.  Hollowed.  Depressed.  
Daddy committed the worst kind of theft,
And left me on my own lamenting quest.

My anger carried me beyond the grief.
Now stands a warrior beyond belief.