Feet planted firm, alongside
A girl never meant to be left.
Snatched away from the betrothed,
By a woman of a past bereft.
Crept in, nay, invaded,
I must say in honesty; Although
More than partly the fault lies not with her,
But between the betrothed and me.
Demon in skin fair, the girl
My life was hers to do as she deemed fit.
Until the light bringer came, to places
Which were previously only moonlit.
The woman nursed, fed and loved,
The one of a slave's past life.
Broken chains can only be repaid,
By grateful servitude to her in time.
Hence the one decides,
On abandoning all vows and pledges.
For a dog may serve One ceaselessly,
But alas a human slave is more wretched.