Demelza

Mistress of the cliffs With eyes like lighting And the rolling thunderous waves crashing down Just beneath her fingertips She is Demelza The Goddess of solidarity and steadfastness The epitome of emphasis And the truth behind every last belmaidens wish Which is of course… To return to the fields of idleness Of former youth To thresh the wheat and kick the chaff And to walk the surface of the earth With a joy forgetting the hardships And the toils of the fast And so each day She trudges her way Though the dark and dull abyss Until she reaches her new task And sets herself to another height For she was born to be mistress of the cliffs

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