A careless child she once had been
With roguish eyes and elfish grin
And in her bliss she could confide
With all hard lessons waved aside.
She dreamt and thrived within her world
Where all her budding dreams unfurled,
And asked her fairy-gods that she
Might one day chance her hopes to see.

A clumsy youth with time she turned
Where nameless aches within her burned
And all the tales she once held true
With bitter dawn of age outgrew.
The dreams she once had grasped so near
With lack of care would disappear,
Yet nights still passed when she asked why
On old gods she could not rely.

A careful stance would take her then -
A cynic loath to hope again
When now aged idols of her trust
Had withered into ruin and dust.
Apart from fantasies she fled
With jaded eyes and high-held head,
Yet sleepless moments found her spent
When heavenward flew her lament.

The ageless child with roving gait
Had stumbled on a hardened fate
As in her mind the doubt was there -
Whose malice had she learned to bear?
What god of gods had reined his might,
And who above had willed her plight?
She begged her callous qualms disperse
And those above to ease her curse.

But from beyond no answer came
And on past hopes she set the blame –
On joys long found and away cast
And childhood beliefs of her past.
She spurned the truths she thought she knew
But on a rising whim came through:
“I bid the Lord to will me die.”
And heaven-sent came her reply.