The girded ***** of the child,
Blessed by the mothers womb.
Upon the floor left piled,
Forever stranded, eternity's tomb.

Tireless feet across the floor roam,
Back and forth in the night.
Through the satin braids comb,
Praying for mystical sight.

Fear lingers into the sun so bright,
As darkness succumbs to day.
The morning doves take flight,
And the future here to stay.

Memories fade to blur,
As the child fights the crows.
Into the marsh the boats stir,
As the fogs mystery grows.

She takes the wind from the sails,
As the swamp swallows time.
And the wood receives its nails.
Hidden to blinded ears of crime