From Her Parted Soul

She could have been beautiful,

Had they let her live.

Her flight of creamy flutter,

Her room of witching events

They wove, turning to deception.

They dressed from her parted soul.

She could have been glorious,

Had they been fair.

Her hinge made residence,

Her strength taken for play

Stressed, ripped and caged her.

They adorned from her parted soul.

She could have been graceful,

Had they loved her differently.

Her resplendent plumage,

Fed her, with much of greed.

Took away her children first.

They ate from her parted soul.

She could have been stunning,

Had they protected her.

Her magnificent weapons,

Seeked for her, but with desire,

Until her race disintegrated.

They survived with her parted soul.

She could have been exquisite,

Had they known her value.

Her presence being a boon,

Hauled her sisters to sheets

And reared her for many a gut.

They lettered from her parted soul.

She could have been imperial,

Had they respected her existence.

Her unmatched caliber,

A penalty to her assemblage,

Plundered her right to creation.

They ravished from her parted soul.

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