I fledged a bird once in the convent tower,
Only for it to fly away and leave me there
Insanely alone, longing for this natural flower.
Had I known that my life would have reached any lower
I'd have stayed at the sheep farm shaving fur.
Still the flowers blossomed every morning,
Even though I would be in a grove
Sitting naked in the dark lying bening
To the corrupted spirits that flew with one wing,
Bringing me false comfort beneath the mauve.
The thoughts of happiness that I used to have
When touching that beautiful feminine bird
Were melting away to despondence and rage.
If only I had kept that bird locked in a cage
Maybe it wouldn't have flown away so seemingly unheard.
Alas! That was the last I had heard of my fledgling
Which had flown away from the convent tower in the shire,
Only for it to return on a sudden bleak evening
With a monstrous tale of where it had been living,
To find me weak and corrupted, resting on the dire.