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WHEN YOU ASKED FOR WATER
by Pamela A. Lord
I never could believe
not when your conception
paid for in blood and tears
fires that burn but do not consume.
Your birth amidst a storm
when chaos ruled my soul
and all I wanted to believe in
was to place my shattered faith in you.
She said you killed
she claimed you cursed
daemon child without a whit
of her mother's loving nature.
I would not let her solve this
her sword ready to strike
her blue eyes with such a look
such fevered fervid righteousness.
I called upon the wild women
they whom darkness serves
to fend off my dearest heart
from my newest love.
Run and hide from her
relentless, implacable in her hate
now greater than her love
as she tries to explain the impossible.
Set adrift with prayers
misleading with a cry
and a very special tale I told
changeling's turn from good to ill.
I am empty, scarred by loss
then I see the wooden curls
the toy that rolls upon the floor
I have my daughter back!
Grown from father's mythic blood
needing me, my child, my love
you are mine, my daughter
there was never evil in you.
Call to her, I see her kneeling
her son lies strangely still
within the embrace of those strong arms
that could not save her best beloved.
How can I believe you are all
she has said, does she speak the truth
then from your lips a word
now faith dies, I must believe.
Small still hand holds empty air
I should drink too, but I cannot
for when you asked for water
I gave you only death.
