Zoe

Zoe

So alone on the basement floor,
down a hall where the dark wants more,
and in a room that wounds are for,
toils my charming princess.

When knots are what we need to fray,
I only while my time away,
still working on a spell to say
to a lonely princess.

Her spirit darkened in the night,
a heart so clear by Moon's cool light,
just risen once in dark delight,
phoenix now a princess.

I must rephrase a song that sings
of grace to her unfolding wings,
and all in life a goodness brings
to a gentle princess.

So I shall spin and I shall weave;
these words are now my last reprieve,
a web which I shall cast and leave
for my charming princess.