Once Upon A Time I DiedOnce upon a time I died,
And no one was there to see.
For no one ever cared for me.
I was born to be a gift,
Lovely, sweet and fair.
A tithe, a token, a spare.
Sequestered in a tower spire
Nurtured, stroked, imprisoned in a bower,
sheltered like a hothouse flower.
"Try not to be afraid, child,"
My nurse crooned, plaiting my long, long hair.
"For you'll soon meet the rest of your family there."
"Sweet virgin child, innocent and pure"
She wound her gnarled fists in my hair,
"Fear not, for your ancestors await you there."
I was not sweet. Nor innocent, nor pure.
The hulking guardsman who locked my door
Had stolen that from me many years before.
"You send me to my death.
How can you ask me to be brave?
I am nothing, but a puppet! A pawn! A slave."
A stinging slap across my lips,
Enough to rebuke, but not to mark
Her last gift before the moon grew dark.
Should I have confessed, should I have spoken?
Did my captors deserve to know
the final gift their sacrifice would bestow?
I prayed for ven