She always loved to dance,
To fly through the air like an angelic force,
Pure and naked of all human touch,
Her wings invisible to all but herself,
The feathers and bone fashioned from her thoughts,
A gift from Mother Earth evoked by innocence.

She always loved to dance,
To fly through the air like an angelic force,
But she was caged and displayed,
Until she could no longer take flight,
For prying eyes had taken the thoughts that feathered her,
And tore and twisted them,
Until her innocence was devoid of existence.

She always loved to dance,
To fly through the air like an angelic force,
As she gasped her final breath,
She remembers her days of innocence,
Before she was clipped of her youth,
Before she was forced to shed her feathers and grow,
Before her spirit was scalded by prying eyes,
Before her innocence was devoid of existence.