Once before our time--when the moon stood still,
the sun whistled when lowered over the hill,
there lived a little girl named Twirl, Love, Twirl.
Home was land where even weeds would not grow;
landmines were the only seeds men would sow.
Despite a secure 12 inches of land,
Twirl, Love, Twirl knew it would get out of hand.
Sonny Baby lost footing, Listen Sweet
lost her mind, and despite all his gloating,
One And Only left only tears behind.
The field grew dark; shadows gulped out the light.
Her eyes adjusted until darkness was bright.
The rain stopped quenching her raw, hungry thirst;
she gorged on Nothing 'til her gullet burst.
Shepherd came with his flock sweetly bleating.
She waited for the inevitable, heart swift and fleeting.
Instead, he beckoned and called her by name,
threw open the shadows; skies burst aflame.
Shocked and blinded, control leapt from her hands;
Twirl, Love, Twirl tripped into the weaponed lands.
Sparks flew and scarred her, bombs tore chains unknown,
as she tumbled broken, but not alone.
The man smiled, wept, cradled her as His child;
yet when she glimpsed Prison, a yearn grew wild.
One place called home she had to leave behind.
Shepherd saw her grief and replied in kind,
"Do not glance to hated comfort and stray;
you will see everything for what it was on Redemption Day"
So, to the gates He carried her as the celestial beings cried.
Back home lilies grew, elements defied.
