The Maiden Comes

With crossed arms and furrowed brows to the tips of ears and shredded shrouds
     Standing against the winds
Hollowed hearts and weakened knees trembling spine filled with disease
     Standing against the flames
Tires soles and frozen hands hang beside all reprimands
     Standing still aside

There's no place I cannot run or a face come all undone, but I will not be any fun, if I crawl inside.

Steadied legs will brace for change despite the cramps and muscle pangs
     Why don't she go inside
Readied arms will hold up tight with all of strength and all of might
      Why don't she go it's time
Shall not strike 'less stricken first and not hollar 'cept in thirst
      Why don't she swallow pride

There's no way I'll be locked up tight to be tortured through the night, allow for only devil's sight, if I run and hide.

Stoic stance in face of death lends to her but nothing left
      Will fall before she flies
As they come not one by one but all at once to harm them some
      Will call upon her guides
There she lay upon the ground alone and pure not e'er a sound
      Will return to skies

There's no way to silence her, to quiet all she sings in mirth 'tis her right since from her birth, reborn to them outside

So our maiden's come again to lend another helping hand and do all her bones they can and no more less than rend

So they watch her fearfully with shocked visage and quaky heaves as she toils happily white hearted they did send

So she'll watch more closely to the trees and mountains and seas. In the valleys she will lie amongst the birds and bridled beasts. For she's here each time as a door to see what all has done by humanity and sends a word up high to thee. And each time she will be but briefly here, will you invite her inside?