In the hours of twilight
A princess rose from her bed
To watch the starry night
And the glow below.
Isolated for many years
She became fascinated by the meerest of things:
Like how birds quietened for the night,
Or on a winter morning, how crisp her voice was when anything was said,
How her heart lifted with the raising of morning light
And how she was lonely but no one ever would know.
It amused her how she had no fears
Save not e'er getting wings.
This princess, who lived in twilight shadows,
Wished to be an angel,
To visit all below,
To see all the rest.
When she slept she dreamt of them
And when she woke they never came.
She wished they did like water flows,
But instead she lived in hell
With no where to go:
Never allowed even on request.
On her soul she did condemn
All those who were to blame!
One day she had a lapse,
Decided that life wasn't for her
She climbed the window
And stepped out.
She never got her wings
But felt what it was to fly.