Estranged

Around the prairie, blithely she glides Her brunette locks, her beautiful tangles On a horse-a-riding, sweet days awaiting Her oh-so-fragile heart beats bass-a-pounding! Her nonage days- so real, so glorious, No tint of blindness, her days unnumbered Her flimsy fingers ‘round a beasty fist A refuge she knows from unknown solace. Oh blessed child of light Felicity- her living language! A spitting image- our crimson bloods alike, But life’s a ruse of humor Her paradise; my infamous dungeon In those familiar eyes- my doggone days Her iris lining an image clear My estranged sire- he holds her dear!