as difficult as intense her tried and true resistance maintains
a difference so immense as her cries and rues receive gains
complaints withheld dissolve posthumously into the light
a frayed hand serves all rights within the confines of blightless night

her meditative sea of indifference shared copiously without fright
emotions torn and savaged assunder in an ocean of precious white
cry out to me, cry aloud and spare this ravaged countless anguish
so confined and sequestered and contrived without hopeful wish

her ocean of tepid sky hidden inside portals of precocious white
a radiant burn that glows fresh like rays frostbitten with sunlight
her charm of feinted moods decries obstruction with countless strife
but her arms of plaited beauty maintain defiance to obfuscation so rife

elven, she cries, as if it was always that true
for a land long lost from the damages of me and you
a package in a statement, a longbow of duress
a thousand countless owls hooting, for her, the princess