Goodbye Little Girl
A tide of gold hair flows in vibrant shimmering rays, its strands flowing like Sif’s,
golden hues of the sun kissing my sparkly mane.
A tide of gold fell over my eyes
I saw the God of mischief appear,
feeling the hot flare of his confident stride, his striking gaze blinding,
A tide of gold, gold of a God,
God is a man so he must want me?
To be loved by him is his gift,
to be touched by God.
A tide of gold is a little girls heart,
To hope, to want, to love.
A heart so good and gold,
screaming love me, love me!
A tide of gold came up to me
with a burning, blazing hand,
and grabbed my hair in golden glory,
dragging me into deceit,
to be no more a girl.
A tide of gold were my shimmering tears, as golden hairs lay on the floor.
Dripping crimson blood,
silent screams,
my beauty disappeared.
No longer was there a tide of gold,
but a stream of dull-hot tears,
whose little bodies fell from cheek to cheek, staining my tattered skin.
A tide of dirt fell over my body,
Fall, fall, Into despair, not a woman,
No longer a girl.