She feels all alone
This feeling is prone
Nothing can change this
Not even sweet bliss.
Aye it may work for a short while
But life is like an unfair trial
A god sits with unbearable wit
All his plays seem to fit.
What can she do? Is there anything?
Such a struggle, when clipped was her wing.
Falling falling spiraling down,
Off his head falls a golden crown.
He's lost the one valuable force
All because of one small discourse.
Gone gone, distant, afar.
All because of who we are.
What are your interpretations? I'd like to hear them.