All draped in black
The fallen princess sings…

Two worlds apart we are, so far.
You are of legend. I’m of dirt.
One earthly fledgling and a star…
it only gives a world of hurt.
A burning icon in my mind
is all I’ll ever have of you
imprinted deep, making me blind
of all my brethren deem as “true”.

Don’t ever come to Earth by choice!
Oh, I fear for you so much…
Don’t come, don’t listen to my voice
Don’t crave my deadly sinful touch…

All your delicate beauty
they’ll trample and stain
And your heavenly voice
they’ll sell for their gain
And when the “creature” is broken
they’ll laugh in disdain
They’ll burn you at the stakes, the heathens,
deaf to your silent cries of pain…

Such is the shameful worldly womb
which gave me birth unknowingly
Such is the peering eye that burns
of human curiosity
For that which we don’t understand
comes as a burden. Out of fear,
we choose to laugh and to pretend
and call the unknown creature “queer”.